I went to 151 and tried my hardest to have a good time. I just couldn't do it. It's a terrible place. For one thing, it's filthy, for another, a round of four drinks cost me twenty-seven quid and for another, they play the music really quietly so that everybody can 'network'. If you're a young toff who just wants to talk to other toffs about being a toff, (and I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that) then 151 is going to be your kind of place. If, on the other hand, you are what one reviewer of this 'nightclub' would call a 'member of the general public', and what you're looking for is a few drinks and a bit of a dance then stay away from 151. Please. Try Embargo, or even Crazy Larry's. They are also full of little toffs, but at least they play the music loud enough for you to be able to ignore them if you want to.

Strolling into this den of iniquity which is 151 Club, it's easy to see why the Hooray Henrys of this world get a bad name. I myself being a young Scots-Jew realised that I was indeed in hot water as soon as I sidled up to a young lady and asked her to dance...I was immediately rebuffed to the tune of get out of my face, peasant.


Slighty affronted, I approached the bar at 151 Club in need of a calming tipple. However, on the way there I was assaulted by a pink-shirted corduroy-wearing imbecile who accused me of staring at him. I did nothing of the sort. However, I was ejected from the 151 Club with great haste and told never to come back.

So I wandered down the Kings Road with my head hanging low, my brow furrowed, my eyes darting from side to side, my feet scuffling the pavement and wondered why me?

While some clubs are classy and others are pretentious it's good at the end of a drunken night to settle back into the tacky, plush familiarity of 151 Club.

Dangerously close to some useful watering holes across the street the 151 Club door cover is always competitive - free during the week. A last bastion of the endangered classes of London, the sheer weight of sleazy city bankers and blue-blooded alcoholics at 151 Club is its own best protection against the general public, which occasionally venture in only to retreat, intimidated by too many boorish public school accents.

The drinks are a little pricey but who comes for the alcohol? 151 Club is a last ditch end of night retreat where you can be assured of running into old friends, relatives and acquaintances.

But beware - in this noisy mix are spread a healthy smattering of fine and gorgeous fillys, some dangerously close to jail bait and also more experienced girls, who have come to find a bed for the night. Pickings for the consummate player!

Altogether 151 Club is a wonderful place... Enjoy!

Yeah, pimp man. I have had some of the best nights of my life at 151 Club. Meeting up with some fit 18 year olds while I told my girlfriend I was out at a "business meeting!"

Got to love the decor at 151 Club, go to love the vibe. Pimp is what I always say. (Oh and ladies, Im the tall guy with the big jaw and curly hair who leers at you from across the dancefloor) See you there!

151, ahh the memories, so many nights, so many girls, so much booze...truly the best club in london. Whether you are hobnobbing with the gentry in the alcoves, or strutting your stuff to the best music in town on the dancefloor you are always guaranteed a great night. "Big night......orrr, yes!"

I personally believe that 151 is the best club in the world. With its wide range of exotic music, huge dance floor and wonderful service...you can't beat it. It is convenientally situated on the Kings road, near the Cadogen arms, the Trafalgar and Big Easy so its an easy walk from bars beforehand. GO THERE and experience true london clubbing!!!!