What Really Goes On in Those Clubs?; Abigail Wild Went to Glasgow's Cathouse to Find Out
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It's been an unpleasant day for Helen. She was walking down Buchanan Street in Glasgow when a man grabbed her wallet from her pocket. "I didn't know whether I should run after him and try to get it back, or whether it was safer to just leave it. It was awful. I had to cancel all my credit cards," she says, rain dripping on to her nose.
Helen is 15, and she has credit cards in her name. She is also in the queue for a nightclub. The under-18s night at the Cathouse is her regular haunt - haunt being the operative word. The over-18s nights tend to be full of affable misfits, with red/black hair, slashed or scruffy black/red clothes and an appetite for raucous music made in the caverns of Hades. The weekly under-18s night is a watered-down, better-behaved version.See the full content of this document
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What Really Goes On in Those Clubs?; Abigail Wild Went to Glasgow's Cathouse to Find Out
Helen's 15-year-old friends are waiting upstairs, where, behind the bar, everything that dispenses drinks, alcoholic or otherwise, has been smothered in bin-liners so there is no question of drink behind taken. Only one water pump is in operation, and a barman is filling plastic cups and laying them neatly on the bar for the teenagers to pick up, free of c...
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