Now that we’re locked in for our first term back at university, it’s time to make the very important decision of choosing your favourite club or pub spot in Exeter (when you’re not too busy procrastinating that assessment worth 30% of your overall module mark, of course).
Whether it’s belting One Kiss in Timepiece, downing one-too-many Jägerbombs in Fever, or sipping on a tall glass of Prospetti Pinot Grigio at Mill on the Exe, there really are no bounds to what nightlife in Exeter has to offer you.
Timepiece
You wear fake tan and the cheekiest lace top you could find, and why shouldn’t you? You look hot and you know it. You’re the kind of person who can’t resist leaving Timepiece without the sacred plastic pint cup, which you proudly place on your flat’s kitchen table next to the other forty-seven.
Bonus points if you spot someone write something juicy about their situationship in lipstick on the girls’ bathroom stall door, only to use it on their mouth five seconds later.
You’re still bragging about how you went “absolutely feral at TP last night,” you judge anyone who calls it Timepiece and not “TP,” and you will undoubtedly finish your night at Efes with a chicken box in hand.
The Imperial
If you’re an Impy frequenter, you’re all about the bargains and beer gardens. More often than not, you’re getting drunk off £9.45 cocktail pitchers.
You’re the kind of person who has committed flatcest (no judgement) and love a good trauma-dump about it – preferably over a cheeky slice of hot chocolate fudge cake. And thanks to the uphill walk home, you have killer calves because you’ll be getting your 10 thousand steps in on the trek back to your flat.
Mill on the Exe
Your name is Bertie, Lottie, Freddie, or Millie, but never with a y, because that’s simply too common. When you’re not browsing Urban Outfitters for camisoles and faux-fur bomber jackets, you’re off playing “Ou est le Pheasant?” with the shooting society. Rest assured, you’re about to have the most banging dinner of your life.
Old Firehouse
If you’re a second or third year, you will definitely have experienced the rustic, cosy ambience of the Old Firehouse. Your pockets are bottomless, and they have to be if you’re sharing a delicious (and absolutely massive) pizza in a basket. When you’re not at the Old Firehouse, you’re missing it, and it misses you too (you dry out the Cider taps).
Fever
Most likely, you’re a rugby lad who has used the dance floor in room two as your own little boxing ring at least once. You’ve definitely fallen victim to your back getting crushed against the rail by a mob of sweaty freshers shouting “Fireball” in your face.
You know every word of Mr Brightside and Party in the U.S.A. off by heart, and when the clock hits 3 am, there’s no way you’re leaving the club you queued two hours to get into.
Cocktail Club
You’re a girl’s girl. Flowers practically bloom wherever you walk, and you’re made of pink glitter. You have definitely shown up to the function at least once as a Spice Girl, a traffic light, a cat, or a sexy Freddie Mercury.
Your drink of choice? A Jam Jar Daiquiri. You’re the kind of girl who orders the “Zombie” and a round of shots for your friends on a Tuesday night.
Move
Finally, if Move is your favourite night out, we can only assume you have a flair for the dramatic. There’s something undeniably thrilling about descending into what feels like Exeter’s own hidden lair.
What could be described as a subterranean den – complete with dim mood lighting – speaks clearly to a rare kind of nightlife enthusiast. You’re fearless; not everyone can handle the slightly ominous descent down the stairs onto the dancefloor. Claustrophobia fears you.
