When you find yourself in a train station at seven am clutching onto your broken heel talking to a bisexual-married-pink-haired man and sharing a box of cornflakes with him, you can tell you’ve had one hell of a night. So after spending around ten hours in the famous lesbian club Vanilla this is how I found myself, trying to count the thousands of units of alcohol I must have consumed.

So Vanilla is pub with cute tables in the day and a sexy club by night. There’s also an upstairs bit with a small bar and a booth type thing which seemed to be reserved for kissing. As I wasn’t on the kissing vibe, I spent the night downstairs with the lovely owners and staff bizarrely chatting about dogs, dresses and reasons you shouldn’t trust a girl who doesn’t burp in front of you. Quote of the night – If she hides her burps, what else is she hiding?

I went on a Saturday night where they had an old-school type thing so it was a mish-mash of wonderful people. With three Djs throughout the night, the music was fabulous and I found myself holding hands with strangers and singing along (looking totally cool while I did it). Other nights that were recommended by the girls were Friday the-wettest-night-in-Manchester SEX nights (Students Expect Xtra before you get any ideas) and Pop Bitch that comes around on a Saturday where you can throw caution to the lesbian wind and shake your booty to Steps.

Drink prices were very cheap, especially for a weekend. I managed to get through quite a lot of double-vodka lemonades and at just three pound each I didn’t have to scrape together the sticky change from my bag to do it. And Jaegerbombs are cheap too at three for a fiver. And the same goes for tequila. And apple sourz. So what I’m saying is; I blame the very cheap drinks and the gorgeous staff as to why I have a two-day killer hangover and I’ve been hiding from my boss all morning in the stationary cupboard.

I will say, I never seen so many couples in one place. So many holding-hands-snogging-face-gazing-into-each-others-eyes couples at the bar. And the ones getting a bit more frisky sitting in the back. It was kind of nice to see so many. Kind of reminds me that I may not actually die alone surrounded by cats and talking to my reflection.  AND what was good, is that it was one person per cubicle in the loos. There is nothing worse than going for a pee when a couple has been in there before you and left their mess. Unless of course you’re that couple, in which case you’ve probably had a pretty good time.

If I was more of a professional I would remember a lot more of the place, but alas I am not. I’m more of a get-a-feel-of-the-place-by-drinking-with-the-staff-and-flirting-with-fit-ladies type of reviewer. But of what I do remember, I had a really amazing night. So whatever night of the week, go, dance, drink, sing, scream, trip down the stairs, wave to people on the top floor, meet the sexy people, break your heel and make sure you grab a tastier box of cereal than cornflakes on your way home. You’ll have a top night.

http://www.vanillagirls.co.uk/