Word Up, my God, what did you turn me into? I was young and innocent once (although you might not believe that now) and you took me in your sticky alcohol soaked arms and showed me there was another path. I don't blame you for what I am, but I think my therapist does.
Now we have to keep in mind that the first time I went to Word Up is over 10 years ago, underage, with my little sister (even more underage), accompanied by my aunt (barely of age), and smuggled in by her boyfriend and one his mates. I can't say anything about how easy it is to get in at 16 years old these days but back then if your skirt was short enough and your make up was thick enough anything was possible. Once inside it was cheap drinks galore, and girls, I wouldn't worry too much about the money, this place is pick-up central and there are plenty of men willing to buy you a drink if you know how to work it (I'm not easy, just economical).
So back to my corruption...first time I got absolutely off-my-face pissed was here, first messy fondle and snog in public moment was here in front of anyone that cared to watch.
The place has changed a lot since those days, it has been totally renovated and looks great inside, I couldn't even recognize it after it was completed, but mysteriously they never did anything to the back room which has always been my favorite, playing a good mix of indie rock and Brit pop. The other areas of the club play your usual generic night clubby type, but the DJs are fairly good.
For someone who doesn't enjoy nightclubs all that much, but works in one every weekend, I quite enjoy Word Up, it holds a lot of memories, New Year's Eve and Christmas Eve have been spent here many a time. I did take off one star though, because I think I'm officially getting too old to go there, I mean it was scary last year. I went for X-mas Eve, and ended up going to the Cafe in Gourock before the curfew just so as not to be the oldest people in the room. I can nearly guarantee you that I'll be back to Word Up again, it's in my blood. read more