A NEW 1980s-themed nightclub gives patrons an authentic experience of a profoundly painful decade.
The Atomic! club, which opens in Birmingham next week, takes clubbers chronologically through the years 1980-1989.
Owner Tom Booker said: We begin with the place in flames from a race riot, bin lids and bricks flying through the air, and it only gets more exciting.
Everyone acts like theyre enjoying themselves but inwardly theyre convinced theyre going to die in a nuclear holocaust, which lends it the thinly-veiled desperation of a stag night.
Nobody gets any sex because theyre too terrified of catching a terminal disease. Homophobia is, of course, encouraged.
About halfway through the night the yuppies arrive and three-quarters of the dancefloor gets cordoned off for their exclusive use.
The good news is if you stay until about quarter to two, just before we close, we give you an E and then knock down the wall with sledgehammers.
The club charges £10 admission for Southerners and everything in the current account, your savings and your house for Northerners, the Scottish and the Welsh.
22-year-old Helen Archer said: This is completely wrong. The entirety of the 80s is: Rubiks Cube, puffball skirts, Knight Rider and the milder aspects of Margaret Thatcher.
I wont have people rewriting history.