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

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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