I went to a nightclub with friends tonight; it was one of the worst nights I’ve had out in a long time.

While the DJ played an endless round of cheesy 70s and 80s songs, like I Will Survive, I wanted to dash to the nearest and quietest restaurant, and sit and have a nice, grown-up dinner with wine and quiet conversation without having to yell to be heard.

Instead, what I got was people stinking of beer and cigarettes, the cattle market mentality of trying to find someone to hook up with for the night, and a barrage of terrible music deafening me.

I did survive, but only just.