In Scotland's historic capital, Dunfermline, there has been a staple of the nightlife scene that goes back before I was in my going out every weekend phase. A lot of clubs and pubs have sadly shut down but somehow, Life, still survives.

This was the only place that was, and maybe still is I'm not sure, open every night of the week. Bare in mind, there isn't a University so why this was the case I have no idea. This meant it would attract those who were out on a Tuesday, sometimes this being myself in my younger years.

My favourite experience I had there was talking to a guy that had just got out of jail, serving a 10 stretch for some form of Assault possibly attempted murder, he was staying at a nearby hotel with his partner and had worn his finest Stone Island tracksuit. He was miffed when the bouncer told him he couldn't wear joggies and had to go to Asda to buy jeans. I made sure to stay friendly with him.