Hit & Run: High life, or Lo life?

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Stop the presses! Hollywood A-lister ventures away from the red carpet and into... um, Essex. Yes, you read correctly: last Sunday, Lindsay Lohan – the actress, socialite and all-round princess of Hollywood – made the somewhat surprising decision to visit the county best known for its fondness for fake tan, miniskirts and white stilettos.

Specifically, she went to Faces nightclub, Gants Hill. A notorious haunt, its usual clientele consists of east London geezers, Z-listers and wannabe WAGs.

Think Chantelle from Big Brother sandwiched between Danielle Lloyd and Jodie Marsh. So what was Lindsay thinking?

There is, of course, one obvious explanation: Lohan's rumoured girlfriend, Sam Ronson, was booked to DJ at the nightspot and, devoted partner that she is, Lindsay came along to support.

On the other hand, there are plenty of more fun explanations – like the possibility that she actually wanted to be there.

After all, who hasn't been tempted by the dubious pleasure of a night spent in the sort of place you know that you shouldn't be seen dead in? Whether it's in our student days or by the time we're old enough toknow better, it can be hard to resist the pull of the sub-par bar. Even if it does mean a night of WAGs and realty-TV stars.

Whatever the reason, I wouldn't mind betting that – secretly, perhaps – Lindsay quite enjoyed her night in the Home Counties. After countless hours spent shimmying on Hollywood's most glamorous dance floors, a bit of spit and sawdust could prove a welcome break.

And, as any seasoned party-goer knows, there's nothing quite like a low-class dive to guarantee a good night. In fact, rather than thinking of them as the poor cousin of the member's bar, perhaps it's time we gave the unpretentious watering-hole the credit it deserves. There are ample reasons to favour a trip to your local over a night at Mahiki.

Here are four:

1. The basics

The cooler the club wants to be, the harder it tries. But do you really want to dance to tunes by leftfield Franco-Japanese art-house rappers? Or, come to think of it, have to watch out for the "art installations" helpfully dotted around the dance floor. Far superior, surely, to spend the night bopping to middle-of-the-road R&B before staggering into the karaoke machine in the corner.

2. The other clubbers

Spend a night in Mayfair, Miami or Beverly Hills, it's always the same. Everyone is so... beautiful. The girls are blonde, tanned and thinner than a sheet of paper. The guys are tall, chiselled and filthy rich. Spend a night in the real world and – bam! – suddenly you're the most attractive in the room. Lindsay may have been forced to grind alongside mere Charley from Big Brother, but at least she can be content in the knowledge that she was not only the most famous person in the room, but also the thinnest, glossiest and best-dressed.

3. Guaranteed entry

Few things are more humiliating than being denied entry to your chosen nightspot – especially with 50 paparazzi to document your shame. But head for the right place and they not only let you in, they might even let Lohan queue-jump. And should she need a knight in shining armour to deal with any paparazzi who manage to track her down, the locals may well be able to offer a pretty direct – and effective – way of getting rid of them.

4. Bathroom attendants

(Or lack thereof.) There are few more awkward dynamics than that between (mildly tipsy) clubber and bathroom attendant. You know the situation: you stumble in, make use of the facilities, and then she – or he – is there, proffering hand cream, a spritz of fragrance and breath mints. It's like a bad dream of the Debenhams beauty hall. Before you know it, you're accepting all of them – and don't think you can leave without a tip. Alice-Azania Jarvis

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