It is sad but true, as of lunch time today, the club is no more. It has gone the same way that Scabs did at Catterick.
This is a rumour site, but this is not a rumour.
Sad when an Icon that every Squaddie knows finaly bites the dust.
I do remember the G-spot as it was called when i last went there. The sticky carpets in particular were one of my favourite features of the club.
The smell of hormones and the mens bogs, the classy local birds pole dancing to get as much attention from the squaddies as possible
I'm not sure which night was all you can drink, but you used to get a plastic beaker when you handed over your cash ( pint sized for the blokes and midget sized for the ladies) . But most of the drinks that you could get with it were pish and tasted like sucking vinegar through an old tramps sting vest.
RIP the Spot.
So many happy memories.
The dodgy mini bus up, the bottomless glass, the neanderthal door staff, dodgy kebabs, the bus back to camp, and a day of feeling sh#@t in trade to follow.
I can feel a lump in my throat. (Probably the watered down Fosters.)