Freshers: it’s only October. You’re not going to know your new city that well yet. So if you do suggest to your house of 40 first-years that you all go to this really hip/cool/edgy club on the outskirts of town, it could turn out well.
But you might also pay £7 each for the taxi and turn up at an isolated venue that is not much more than a glorified strip club with terrible music. And an angel standing outside to welcome you. Holding a lead attached to a man in a gimp suit. On stilts.