If you live west, say yahhhh and wanna party like an '80s yuppie (don't we all?), then this is the exact place you should be getting down with come Wednesday onwards. The crowd swings each other around to classic bangers while singing (shouting) along to the music, so even your most boring mates will be rockin 'Livin' on a Prayer' come midnight.

Grab a Piña Colada or go all out with a sharing cocktail (for yourself). They come in all manner of vessels; we dig the Thatcher head. Grab a Rubik’s cube table among the Iron Lady memorabilia and make friends with Super Mario, he’s the bomb. Don’t be alarmed when you visit the loos - Maggie hasn’t risen from the dead, it’s just a recording… nothing like a dose of politics while you pee. Oh, and if you plan on making it to work the next day, you had better swing past VQ for some munch. Go on, we’ve all been there.