Nightclub: Oblivion

I was most unfortunate to be invited to Oblivion in Kenilworth. Apparently, many people in my extended circle of friends are regulars. Well, I was less than impressed. Having gone there a few months before with the same people (can they not find somewhere else to go?), I was even more disheartened. Their decor borders on pornographic with nude drink adverts, wet t-shirt inspired photos in the bathrooms and torso's as light shades. Amazingly they combine a pole for pole-dancing (tacky) and a miniature 70's disco floor. The hight of class :-/ All this with a handsome bar and fireplace in a 'wine-bar' theme. Huh?

I am very sorry, but I am not going to fling myself around a pole in stripper-wannabe fashion. And the disturbing thing is that there are plenty of brain-dead guys and girls doing just this. What aspiration in life! I am all for having fun, in fact danced like a maniac as far away from the stripper pole as possible, but come-on! What kind of message does this send out to a potential partner? Er, "I am a really great guy who will respect you and I guess that this will all be shown in the way that I twirl around a pole like a tart"?

All in all, Oblivion is the bachelor/bachelorette party hangout of choice for all middle-class bores. In fact, this is the only thing that I think that the place could be good for (unless you go there to eat as it is apparently a decent restaurant - might force myself to rate them on this... or not). Yeah, let the poor, drunk guy or girl dance around the pole one night in their lives before they tie the knot and let people put cash in their clothes but try never to go there again unless you are exceedingly drunk already!

Rating: 3/10 (1 for emergency tampons, 1 for good wine and 1 for being in the Southern Suburbs so that the brain-dead drunkards don't have to drive too far).

BTW: Their website is extremely outdated - advertising events in May (aint this September?) with old photos on the front page about events that happened last year.