I’ve been refused entry to far too many “trendy nights” or “trendy pubs” because of the way I look. Usually it’s been some oblique reference by the door staff along the lines of, “We don’t allow people wearing boots in here.” Once, arriving at a client’s Christmas company party dressed smartly in a black suit and tie a bouncer suggested that, “This isn’t your sort of venue, maybe you’d like to go somewhere else?”

I’d really like to go see Ellen Allien in Leeds tonight, but have a sneaking suspicion that the door staff to the rather trendy-looking The Mint Club will take one look at my alt-stylings and send me driving back home again:

What to wear?
A pleasing mixture of dressed up lovelies, the achingly hip and a fair amount of guys and girls who came to dance and dressed accordingly populate the crowd.

— Get Lippy review

“Achingly hip”? While I’m open-minded I have to say, “No thanks, I don’t want a wedge of lime in my bottle of the piss-tasting excuse you call beer!”