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Our nightlife correspondent, Johnny Come Lately (JCL) proffered the following for publication:

Shanghai – nights out or nights in?

We started out at the predominantly suave Japanese restaurant Haiku, bombarded with over large bottles of sake, a raucous night on the Shanghai tiles awaited. Where to start? Well, any night should involve at least several minutes being banged over the head with a little red book, so we headed to YYs, the center of it all. The nights nightspot DJs were hanging out there before heading off into the ether of amber and neon, but we sat and smoked funny cigarettes with mon patron until we too felt the need to head off into the environs off the Bund.
Unfortunately, as we pulled up at Attica, our friend, “Inside Love” was stood outside screaming “its shit”. So we piled into his mates car and drove half way across town to Yayi (or Yiyao?) Lu, the new hippest spot in town, evidently, as not a laowai in site. Tens of porsches parked up outside signified a top spot, though there was no door charge. Anyhow, so in we went to listen to awful music in a purple haze, and it was packed with thousands of young mini skirted minions of mammon. The trip to the bogs would have defeated Livingstone. An on we went, deciding to go to Bar Rouge, the top night spot in town. Unfortunately someone pressed the wrong button and we ended up in Lounge 18. Carrying bags and looking over 25 we were immediately tagged as ‘media.’ After being corralled in a corner by an overlarge guy we were harassed by a French lady for ‘taking photos.’ Well, we did try to profess our innocence, even showing a battery less camera. Well what a life. So we left, avoiding various black skirted ladies who wished to accompany us. Shanghai, Shanghai.

Eds note: That’s enough nightclubs.