Bristol and going out were born to be together. The very structure of the city - with its distinct areas of differing character and venue choice - means that it is scientifically impossible to become even a little bit bored. The full spectrum is represented - from marauding gangs of heavily-liquored stag and hen parties causing havoc in the city centre and on Whiteladies Road to bespectacled muso-types tapping their feet to niche techno sub-genres on Stokes Croft.

There are traditional pubs stoked full of real ale and chatty geezers in Clifton, grimy clubs packed full of wide-eyed, eager-to-hug munters on Park Street and glitzy old city cocktail bars where the sparkle of the glasses is only matched by that of the brash diamante dripping off the ears of the drinkers. There are caverns to sip red wine in, terraces to chug beer on, and dance floors to spill pints over. There are places for snacks, meals, appetizers and nibbles.

In short, there is everything you've ever wanted for, dreamed of or fantasised about.