*This is the understatement of the year.
**By atmosphere, we don't mean the vibe or the mood. We mean a genuine, tangible atmosphere, like the ozone layer. But instead of being made up of ozone, Metros' atmosphere is made up of evaporated sweat, a toilety aroma, and the sickly sweet smell of fluorescent £2 cocktails.
***Like when you used to hide away in your room and air guitar to "Hybrid Theory", safe in the knowledge that you were better than everyone who liked 5ive.
****The bowels of the city. Basically, someone's basement. And while it may sound naff, it's actually awesome because at the end of the night someone at the exit will hand you a slice of buttered toast. Seriously, toast. They give out free toast after midnight. How brilliant is that?