There are not many people who haven’t experienced the delights of clubber mecca, for those unfortunate lot that haven’t here’s a quick heads.

You have two choice’s in Ibiza you can stay in the ‘west end’ and do the usual pub crawl ala cheesy spotty little twat tour rep parties or you can hit some of the best clubs you can get.

If walking the streets past oinks being sick outside Mc Donalds and Kentucky fried chicken, want to drink shot after shot of watered down cheap awful shots until you puke and see rough 40 year old tattooed boilers from Rotherham knocking fuck out of each then the west end is the place for you.

Don’t get me wrong the bars are not that bad and good for your neccesary stag do Leo Sayers but when night falls hit the clubs people, you can always head to Southend or Blackpool when you get home to get your fix of the west end shenanigans.

If you plan your trip well you have a mad crazy times ahead of you, check the clubs and their nights, that way you can party the night you land and leave the club for the airport on the Sunday. If clubbings your bag then you have to, and I do mean have to make it to Amnesia, Bora Bora, Pacha, Privelege and spend all day Sunday and the early hours of Monday in Space.

When planning for a trip to Ibiza be prepared for a club culture and all that goes with it, the prices in the clubs are not cheap, in some places the bar staff should be wearing a mask and carrying a swag bag. Some of the accommodation blocks are like Beirut and not what they say on the tin, but it’s a place to crash for a few hours before hitting the sauce again.

Beaches are hit and miss but there are a few cool bars on the beaches that have pre-club sessions as it gets dark so there worth checking out before heading out further a field.

Good place, mix of west end where anything goes to ruin yourselves and the stag and some top clubs to haunt till the small hours.