The London nightclub experience

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[tl;dr of misery ahead]

I've been in London for just over 10 years now. MaximoIncel's thread made me reflect upon my first 4-5 years here, and the weekends spent at nightclubs, trying to make something happen. When I look back at those days, it is with a mixture of pain, disbelief and significant lol.

A typical Saturday night would start well enough; standing in a choice establishment such as Fabric or SE1 (now closed). There you are, all Armani'd up and sporting an on-trend haircut; mildly pleased with yourself as a young, urban freewheeler. You stand by the bar, clutching your Corona and lime in the sweaty grasp of anticipation, pretending to enjoy the utterly shit breakbeat tunes that are so loud you can only hear the overwhelming bass that thumps your very innards, interspersed with the odd biscuit-tin beat and some talentless half-cast Asian mixing on the decks.

It's a veritable Noah's Ark of cunts in here; it's packed with all shitcunts great and small; all creeds, colours and backgrounds. There you stand, desperately trying to make eye contact with someone who you think is in your league. But as the hours pass, cunt after cunt walks on by and your morale starts to plummet. You tell yourself that surely, sometime tonight, some shitcunt will either be ugly or drunk enough to at least engage you in conversation.

Then, the bell tolls at 12am, the lights fade, and you assume the role of cuckolded bystander as Jamal, Trayvon, Brad and Scotty walk past - like the four swinging dicks of the apocalypse - and, not even stopping for drinks, they manage to achieve more success with females in 5 minutes than you have in your entire existence. Cunts are wowed, wetted and ultimately taken by these ubermensch with ease. No sooner have they walked in then they are all leaving, arm-in-arm with the type of nightclubcunt that you could only secure with either Aladdin's lamp or a substantial dose of Rohypnol. The aftermath of this alpha-male carnage has hypnotized even the fattest, frumpiest cunt still in the club - causing her to aim for no less than the full 8" of typical bad-boy. The final nail in your weekend coffin has been driven. Out of hope, out of cash and out of time before the big bolshy bouncers push you out of the door, you swill the dregs of your last Corona and get ready to commence the ritualistic 3am walk home.

Trudging across Tower Bridge in the biting cold fog, the city is silent. Out of nowhere, a couple appear ahead of you, stumbling and liberally french-kissing in drunken lust. They are in your direct path, forcing upon you a brutal, gut-punching reminder of the sexual fun you aren't and won't ever be enjoying. Maximising your misery, the gods cruelly shine the street lamplight upon their faces, allowing you to see in great detail the tongues passionately entwined and the pure, unfettered desire which is preceeding a fuckfest of a one-night stand.

Ocassionally, other ghost-like figures are encountered roaming the empty streets; similar rejects who are on the same journey as you. You walk past a ginger manlet going in the opposite direction, briefly exchanging glances with identical dead-behind-the-eyes expressions. No words need to be uttered; you both understand each other's mutual suffering on this noche.

The morning birds start to chirp mockingly, as you finally reach your trendy but ultimately soulless house-share in Shad Thames at 4am. Collapsing on the bed with the evening's stench of cigarettes and alcohol clinging to you like a terminal disease; you're unsure whether to cry or to start fapping in pent-up frustration. Instead, cock-in-hand, you drift into a troubled sleep, regularly interrupted by bitterness and resentment.

Then on Monday, a miracle takes place.

You seem to magically forget your weekend ordeal. You want to do it all again. You want to go out again next Saturday night.

Yes, I'll go to a bar where there will be decent and friendly women and I will have a good time, meet someone. It will be different this time, I will try to relax, be less obvious, not think too much. I will...

...Except, it won't be different. It never will be different. You will always be doomed, cursed to make that solitary journey home - unwanted, unfulfilled, unfucked.

Going clubbing tonight, Londoncels? Then I'll see you at 3am, walking home in the freezing fog across Tower Bridge. Can't wait.



10/10 post
You either die an incel or live long enough to become the beta bux

He's back! And posting very early in the morning London time.

I've been there, physically in Fabric and SE1. And spiritually in many other clubs around this Earth.

In some ways this is like the ending of Buried. There is no hope! Just do it already... :uzi: :rambo: :walk: :rambo: :pistodouble: :rambo:
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Fucking hell this is perfect. :lol:
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i'm an 18 year old virgin i cant breath chew or sleep i have constant head aches i'm bullied by my family i'm ugly as fuck and everybody would be happier if i ate a bullet

Rotting Penis wrote:Cliffs?


>be norwood cemetery
>wake up 5pm, it's Wednesday and check bank balance
>benefit has come through figure i'll hit up the club i know i'll lose my virginity this time
>rejected for the first 3 clubs, bouncer's are dicks
>finally get into the 4th after bribing the bouncer and promising i wont initiate any conversations
>music is defining and gay, i wish i was at home listening to heavy metal
>been trying to learn from pua's, walk in with my chest puffed out looking confident af
>see girls in the corner giggling and pointing at me, i bump into a guy on accident and he calls me a cunt and tells me to watch it
>whatever he's probably just drunk, wink at the girls and buy them a drink praying i don't get kicked out this time
>sit at the bar looking chill af, anxiously awaiting their approach
>a few hours pass and after 4 $20 beers my card declines
>bartender signals to the bouncer and i knew it was time for me to leave
>see the girls who i bought drinks grinding on a degenerate douche bag, one day they will want a nice guy
>as i begin my long walk home because i cant afford a car i see a figure approaching me
>some filthy nigger manlet with a knife beckons me to hand over my wallet and phone
>this is what i took karate lessons for, tell him to back the fuck up or he will regret it
>get stabbed, wake up in the hospital phone and wallet missing
>discharged after 6 days
>it's benefit day again, better hit up the club










i'm joking my man :lol:



Rotting Penis wrote:Cliffs?


Dude you are on this site 24/7, yet when anyone posts something longer than two paragraphs you pretend you're too fucking busy to read it.

NC has finally posted another one of his hilarious well spoken tirades after months of absence. I'm disappointed by how short it was.

submissive wrote:
Rotting Penis wrote:Cliffs?


Dude you are on this site 24/7, yet when anyone posts something longer than two paragraphs you pretend you're too fucking busy to read it.

NC has finally posted another one of his hilarious well spoken tirades after months of absence. I'm disappointed by how short it was.

I have 60 posts a day to make, not 0.3 like you

Superb post.

Going out is a mugs game for incels.

Financial cost. Time cost. All to be treated like shit by the clientele.

Women are becoming more and more tedious with every passing year due to social media blowing up their egos from a young age.

How's is John Incel going to Fuck Emily, who has 1k likes on her Facebook profile picture?

For the money one flushes in clubs you can buy an oculus rift and be prepared for the vr waifu revolution incoming from japan.


3D WOMEN ARE STINKY AND OBSOLETE.
"There is no doubt that many a man owes his good fortune in life soley to the circumstance that he has
A pleasant way of smiling, and so wins the heart in his favor.

However, the heart would better to remember what Hamlet put down- that one may smile, and smile, and be a villain." -Arthur Schopenhauer

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LMSghost wrote:Superb post.

Going out is a mugs game for incels.

Financial cost. Time cost. All to be treated like shit by the clientele.

Women are becoming more and more tedious with every passing year due to social media blowing up their egos from a young age.

How's is John Incel going to Fuck Emily, who has 1k likes on her Facebook profile picture?

You must have seen both sides of the clubbing/bar scene, having run bouncer game.

What's the minimum height you'd have to be to not be invisible in a club? I swear the average girl in heels is 5'10".
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Should've taken your own nightclub advice you gave me in December 2014.

Norwood Cemetery wrote:Come off it, mane.

When reality strikes and you enter the neon-lit deafening hubbub, your heart will plummet seeing all dem shitconts standing in impenetrable circles. These whores will be all slutted up to the nines, enviously ogling the Chad's on the dancefloor, trembling in anticipation for when they get their turn with a manly tongue in their mouths. Meanwhile, YOU will be as insignificant as a flea's turd, standing there with your finest Abercrombie & Fitch shirt which you bought in last year's Winter sale.

Besides, once you see these cold, hard aloofcunts in the flesh, you will utterly lose your composure and run for safety to the corner of the bar; whereupon this will become your vantage point as you watch everyone in turn makeout with each other - including the bar staff and the DJ - leaving you to cry alone into your third overpriced bottle of Corona.

Have a great time, son. Plenty of similar fun-filled clubbing nights ahead of you.

To the OP; you are doing it wrong.

You really should be going to clubs like Fabric if you are into that kind of scene and music. If you are there for the sole purpose of getting pussy, inevitable you will be disappointed. If you don't enjoy the music / clubbing in general (and it sounds like you don't), then why did you bother going in the first place?

By the way, there are/were quite a few better "niche" clubs in London. Fabric is also not "mainstream", but due to its popularity it tends to attract the kind of crowd who don't even know or enjoy electronic music - they are just there for the "experience".

Then, the bell tolls at 12am, the lights fade, and you assume the role of cuckolded bystander as Jamal, Trayvon, Brad and Scotty walk past - like the four swinging dicks of the apocalypse - and, not even stopping for drinks, they manage to achieve more success with females in 5 minutes than you have in your entire existence.
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There is absolutely NO GOOD reason why, in the 21st century, every person shouldn't have their basic needs met. That means food, shelter, clothing, and transportation for all and, yes, if you are a male, sexual access to attractive females as that is considered a basic need for men as well.
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monswerodf wrote:What's the minimum height you'd have to be to not be invisible in a club? I swear the average girl in heels is 5'10".

I'm 6'2. Back in my clubbing days I was in the shape of my life - we are talking broad frame, light muscular, could bench 120kg 2-3reps... yet I did not register on any scale with females at all. And we aren't talking just clubs here - bars, socials, sports societies, volunteering groups - you name it.

For those not in the mood for the lengthy moan or those unaware of my past, I have not been clubbing since 2010. The OP was a description of how I found the London clubbing experience. It is unlike other places in the UK, where regulars are familiar and a sense of community is built for them.

It's also clearly understood that clubs were not the places to meet women for those not blessed with 8+. And yes, I did go to most clubs for the music. Moot - I'm too old and too jaded to ever consider setting foot in a club or bar again.

The biggest erk I have are the women who whine incessantly about how fate dealt them such a ****ty hand and refuses to allow them to meet a decent guy. Of course this is after she rejects all the decent guys without really getting to know them or give them a proper chance. She has already written him off before he opens his mouth -- usually because of some vague reasoning such as "I just can't see myself with him. It's just not there" "He's not my type (i.e. he's not a 6ft3 Chad) However at the end of the day she is still alone cuz there are no good men!

and of course the response to men who struggle with average to attractive women is "Well you must be doing something wrong" Why the fukc is that always the knee-jerk assumption? Are these women truly infallible?

semi-srs though had a chit day and needed to vent.
Potato-faced ones with nothing left inside
That girls cannot love
That girls cannot love
That we all...

Potato-faced ones with nothing left inside
That girls cannot love
That girls cannot love
That we all...

And now I know why 5+ women are messing me around
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
(x3)

Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
Broken hearts make it rain
(x14)

Pieces of a rag doll sub 6 mankind
That you can't create
That we can't control
That we can...

Pieces of a rag doll mankind
That you can't create
That we can't control
That we can...

But when I see you messing me around
And I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmnS9jTcwJE

Classic NC thread. Spot on the fucking money.

As someone who goes out a fair bit this is spot on. I could relate to this so much. Difference is I get some action in the club though. Guess I'm one of the "Tyrones" haha :lol: :lol:
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im glad I left London. I'm glad I did it at 23. My lay count completely exploded with attractive travellers when becoming a nomad around Europe. I could be anyone and would have zero anxiety when meeting new people.
London is a bubble and if you aren't from the right area or working for the right firm then you are no better in the eyes of women than an Indian cleaner at a bus station at 3am. Socialising with young teens and early 20s girl in hostels.
I'm glad I've got a job abroad permanent now travelling around Europe. I plan to never return to that shithole even though my parents own houses there. Anywhere but London. Unless you're earning top bank and from some sort of middle class British club you're rubbish to women. The attractive and normal ones that is. The cock thirsty nannys who come from Poland, Italy and all the failing europeon countries are desperate to secure relationships with ugly English men for marriages and boyfriends. It truly is a dump. I wondered why I always felt so depressed and angry commuting into London and generally socialising around there. Constantly upset and angry and scraping by. The only good time I had was up north in England because women's standards up there are lower and they see southerns as wealthier.

This summer Spain Italy, France, Croatia, Greece, Turkey and I'm still working. Never felt better I'm renting at the moment.next winter I will be working in the carribean and probably spending the summer in Latin America. Asia never did it for me.dont find Asians hot don't like the music. Latin girls are hot and it's cheap there and America is around the corner. I feel sorry for any young/ Middle Aged male who's not a 7+ white and from a wealthy family or not on a good wage who still into that bollocks of commuting on those trains like sardines with all the other baldcels chasing nothing but a mid life crisis and spunking wages on overpriced pints in central London in the freezing cold
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im glad I left London. I'm glad I did it at 23. My lay count completely exploded with attractive travellers when becoming a nomad around Europe. I could be anyone and would have zero anxiety when meeting new people.
London is a bubble and if you aren't from the right area or working for the right firm then you are no better in the eyes of women than an Indian cleaner at a bus station at 3am. Socialising with young teens and early 20s girl in hostels.
I'm glad I've got a job abroad permanent now travelling around Europe. I plan to never return to that shithole even though my parents own houses there. Anywhere but London. Unless you're earning top bank and from some sort of middle class British club you're rubbish to women. The attractive and normal ones that is. The cock thirsty nannys who come from Poland, Italy and all the failing europeon countries are desperate to secure relationships with ugly English men for marriages and boyfriends. It truly is a dump. I wondered why I always felt so depressed and angry commuting into London and generally socialising around there. Constantly upset and angry and scraping by. The only good time I had was up north in England because women's standards up there are lower and they see southerns as wealthier.

This summer Spain Italy, France, Croatia, Greece, Turkey and I'm still working. Never felt better I'm renting at the moment.next winter I will be working in the carribean and probably spending the summer in Latin America. Asia never did it for me.dont find Asians hot don't like the music. Latin girls are hot and it's cheap there and America is around the corner. I feel sorry for any young/ Middle Aged male who's not a 7+ white and from a wealthy family or not on a good wage who still into that bollocks of commuting on those trains like sardines with all the other baldcels chasing nothing but a mid life crisis and spunking wages on overpriced pints in central London in the freezing cold


But dude, what the hell are you saying? 1 month ago you was talking about you living in London.

How can you say now you´re glad you left at 23?
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damn, legit as always.
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MaximoIncel wrote:
im glad I left London. I'm glad I did it at 23. My lay count completely exploded with attractive travellers when becoming a nomad around Europe. I could be anyone and would have zero anxiety when meeting new people.
London is a bubble and if you aren't from the right area or working for the right firm then you are no better in the eyes of women than an Indian cleaner at a bus station at 3am. Socialising with young teens and early 20s girl in hostels.
I'm glad I've got a job abroad permanent now travelling around Europe. I plan to never return to that shithole even though my parents own houses there. Anywhere but London. Unless you're earning top bank and from some sort of middle class British club you're rubbish to women. The attractive and normal ones that is. The cock thirsty nannys who come from Poland, Italy and all the failing europeon countries are desperate to secure relationships with ugly English men for marriages and boyfriends. It truly is a dump. I wondered why I always felt so depressed and angry commuting into London and generally socialising around there. Constantly upset and angry and scraping by. The only good time I had was up north in England because women's standards up there are lower and they see southerns as wealthier.

This summer Spain Italy, France, Croatia, Greece, Turkey and I'm still working. Never felt better I'm renting at the moment.next winter I will be working in the carribean and probably spending the summer in Latin America. Asia never did it for me.dont find Asians hot don't like the music. Latin girls are hot and it's cheap there and America is around the corner. I feel sorry for any young/ Middle Aged male who's not a 7+ white and from a wealthy family or not on a good wage who still into that bollocks of commuting on those trains like sardines with all the other baldcels chasing nothing but a mid life crisis and spunking wages on overpriced pints in central London in the freezing cold


But dude, what the hell are you saying? 1 month ago you was talking about you living in London.

How can you say now you´re glad you left at 23?


I haven't lived in London since late March. The last time I was out here was in Camden on cocoaine and vodka. Hate the place. Over priced and shit. I left in late March to venture on my career which so far is going to plan. I'm taking it day by day. My point is being brought up in London despite having a good social circle. To really experience the ' London life ' you need to be on six figures. I was always depressed and angry for no reasons on the trains. Too many nationalities in my opinion too many people too big. Being a young broke student I had barely any leverage on women and always blamed it on something. When moving abroad and socialising with people my age from all corners of the world I've gotten laid fine and met tons of people. Good looking ever slaying hot women in London without your own place and a good job. Even a basic wage 80% of your income is on rent. What you gonna do enjoy a beer at the club after £20 in the shit weather. Croatia is nice and the beer is cheap plus the women are hot and there's tons of Aussie travellers here who just need to be drunk to fuck you. I have tons of pictures i can send you guys but I'm not frequent here anymore due to wifi and roaming charges which I'm not paying for. Plus honestly I don't even use the Internet anymore unless it's Instagram Facebook or booking flights travel. All of it is poison
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