Manchester Canal Street on a Bank Holiday is a mass of chinos, fit hair, converse, rainbows, dresses, glitter, eyeliner, t-shirts, flags, and shots. So my cousin Jess and I hit a few places to drink a few tequilas and Jaeger-bombs before finding ourselves in the old venue for spirit the year old club G.A.Y.
It’s a massive place, so massive that I lost Jess within about ten minutes of getting in there. It comprises of two main floors and then a middle seating bit with a cool hanging-out-smoking-get-chatted-up patio thing outside too. It plays pop mainly but the large screens on the wall actually play the videos to the music that’s on. This might not seem like a big deal but in my world videos should match songs. How are you meant to dance to Beyonce single ladies if you can’t see them doing it on the screen?
It’s a mixed bar full of couples, groups of friends and singles. I talked to a few people who said it was easy to pull and a few others who said they felt relaxed because it wasn’t like a lesbian-meat-market type of affair. Mostly they said it was nice to be able to be yourself there. This I liked, as out in Liverpool I feel you have to dress in accordance with everyone else but here I could swan in wearing my heels and feel right at home, even if I did get told by the bouncer ‘There’s no way your gay, you’re wearing a Primark necklace,’ And it was a gold necklace from Topshop the bastard!
G.A.Y serves drinks for 1.50 so while I was there trying to review it, it seemed silly to not get a drink or twelve at the bar. A few tequilas never hut anyone. Then after I started asking people what they thought of the place and well can’t really read my own notes. It’s very easy to have one too many and end up dancing around to steps waving a polish flag in the air, trying on the doc martins of a sixty year old butch and asking the bouncer why she doesn’t smile much. But maybe that’s just me. Such a professional. God knows why I don’t get more job offers.
I loved G-A-Y because it wasn’t studenty at all and there was such a mix of interesting-cool-fit-unique- partying-drunk-crazy-fabulous-friendly people there. I ended up having a brilliant night. I met a gorgeous couple Abi and Jax who let me tag along with them to a few other clubs and answered all my exasperating annoying journalist-type-questions. They had just met me and yet I drank and danced with them and their friends most of the night. Awesome people.
It’s well worth a trip to G-A-Y and from Sunday to Thursday you can’t beat the cheap drinks and cheesy music. It was nice to be somewhere where there was no shit-has-hit-the-air-conditioning drama and you really can just meet some lovely folks. I will definitely be back dancing on the many stairs in my heels, showing off my Primark looking outfit and downing the tequila.