Commercial Break: Ain't no party like a Plymouth party

29 July 2010

Right then, we’re over the hump of the week and we’re all looking forward to the weekend. If you’re anywhere south of, let’s say, Middlesbrough, you could do a lot worse than hot-footing it down to Plymouth this weekend, and checking out the ‘nitespots’ therein.

There’s live music, unfeasible hairstyles, champagne in a bucket, ridiculous hairstyles, cabaret, dancing, the hardest-yet-campest-looking barman you’ll ever see, Kinky John Fowler on the wheels of steel, beer, a chandelier and Charles.

We'll be there, and we'll see in one or all of The Bird Cage, The Cascade or The Commodore.

Cheers Charles!


  • Nobby
    I think the barman doubles as the town's mayor too. Or maybe it is Mr T without his blacking up make up.
  • PFC H.
    I miss Plymouth in the 90, Union Street with all its clubs and bars: Mr Sweets, The Tube, The Street, Conservatory, Blondes, Sgt Pappers and so on. Now it's just a shit tip street of decay and horrible boarded up former clubs and bars :(
  • The B.
    Was anyone else counting the fingers on the Pompians? I think they alnmost averaged out at 4 fingers and one thumb on each hand.
  • Narcissus
    Anyone else think the guy at the end looks like a younger Boris Johnson?
  • Stewie G.
    This made me laugh out loud....
  • Richard P.
    If anyone watching this video thinks that Plymouth must have changed. You'd be right. It has. It's become a benefit fraudulent, twelve kids by different fathers, run down, chav ridden, skint hell-hole. I love it so much that I'm even buying a house here because a 43 bedroom mansion costs 47p. Green Army!!
  • Junkyard
    Looks like the woman at 0:25 has just realised she lives in Plymouth and there's no way out.

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