Espionage

Those folks in Canada have it right, what with their underground malls meaning they never have to brave those minus 50 degree temperatures come winter. Sadly, the folks of Glasgow didn't quite think of the benefits of not freezing their tits off in the cold –until Espionage was born, that is. A spot of drinking in a couple of bars on a Friday night followed by a few hours of clubbing into the early hours and all without having to go outside - ok, apart from getting there and then jumping into a taxi home -? With four bars and one club, choose from the two-floored Lizard Lounge, the Morcoccan cool of Kasbar, the vaulted labyrinth that is Mata Hari or know back a few potato juices in the communist party hangout that is Pravda. With DJs throughout playing a fab range of tunes and an entry fee of precisely nought pounds, you party people are truly being spoilt. And don't you just know it?

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