The Market
Editorial
The Market is a serious nightclub. By that we mean that it is has a hefty cover charge, a massive capacity, a cranking sound and lighting system and a hydraulic dance stage that suddenly emerges from the floor in the wee hours of the morning, knocking absent-minded queens sideways as dancing boys and drag queens appear from the shadows for some quality dance numbers.
Just like Madonna, The Market has gone through many manifestations, facelifts and refits over the last decade or so, and has been the ‘old reliable’ host to generations of young gay kids out to experience the scene for the first time; not to mention a few, shall we say, more mature types who probably should be at home rather than hauling out the old Lycra for that final (and really unnecessary) run around the block.
Dancing, posing and perving are the priorities here, so if you want a quality cocktail or fine wine then we suggest you first drop in to one of the many nearby bars on Chapel Street or Commercial Road for a pre-club tipple. It’s mostly standard mixers, pops or beers here and while the drinks are a little pricey, it is a nightclub, after all.
Ultimately the best fun to be had here is on the dance floor, where punters of all shapes and sizes feel more than comfortable in taking off their shirts for a good old-fashioned woop-woop on the podiums. There are usually a few stage routines on any given night, with some high-camp drag shows and rather spunky dancing boys coming out to get the crowd worked up. Watch out for when the shows starts though, as part of the dance floor rises up out from the floor. But you can feel safe in the knowledge that you aren’t the first person to spill your drink after being bumped by a rising stage while trying out your best impersonation of Beyoncé.
Din Heagney, April 2010
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