Pony Express

Apart from the chance to get intimate with members of the cast (the front row is not for the shy), ponydance's Where Did It All Go Right? is the perfect start to a night out. Just around the corner from the techno fish and chip shop, it bursts out from GHQ as a sly glance at nightclub romance and tragedy. Humorous and sexy, it catalogues the battle of the dancefloor for sexual and social superiority. After forty-five minutes of brilliantly average duets, trios and a quartet with a willing audience member, the audience are set free into the club.

Unfortunately, GHQ has the raging tunes, intimate booths but, at 10pm, a lack of throbbing crowds. We set off into the night, tried the Bongo Club to get our souls stirred. That was pretty quiet too, even if the retro playlist beckons some funky moves. The Bongo does have a club every night, and they are usually free after midnight. Plus it opens until five, while I wait for the bus back to Glasgow.

Meanwhile, The Electric Circus was being hosted by Black Diamond Express. Another loose cabaret - a few burlesquers, wild-card Thomas Truax and William Douglas' folk solo - the headliners and hosts eventually rocked the small crowd with a set that crawled out from horny blues to harder Americana rock. Another small crowd: thankfully, the Electric Circus is a boutique venue that handles intimate. Growling blues harmonica, front-man Toby his usual personable self calling for shots for the audience, and a dancefloor capacious enough to throw shapes without bumping into a pint and a fight.