Arriving at 11pm, way too early to get to a club, I admit, but we were sure it’d be at capacity pretty quickly as people from all sorts of lives turned up for the last ever SHAG.
I was right, by 11:30 it was packed and the queue stood strong outside. As the night went on, it was evident that nothing has changed since the days SHAG first opened its doors, there was still the divide between the awkward guys who can’t dance, the cool kids hanging around in a group at the back, the untouchable girls that you can’t get near, and the ladies’ man surrounded by birds – but despite this divide, everyone was singing along to the same tracks as the DJ spun a mix of old and new tunes to entertain everyone.
A balloon man had everyone in awe as he twisted rubber to make a Minion – that takes skill.
As always, the cheap drinks flowed which led to people getting on stage to sing, probably not a good idea, but most fun to watch. No one will forget when they got stamped as ‘The Best SHAG in Sheffield’. R.I.P to a 21 year old, legendary club night.
Review by Eric Bouschon
Pics by Tim Taylor