23 Things I Learned At Bouncy Castle Rave

Originally based in Vauxhall, London, Regression Sessions now has a second home in Amusement 13, a club in the gay quarter of Birmingham. The music might be serious but in each room you'll find daft and wonderful toys and games from yesteryear.

Tickets cost between £5 and £20.

Owner, Michael Mouch, told Buzzfeed Life: "I wanted to put the smiles back into clubland. There's a pretentious front to many a musically-focussed club event. Clubs shouldn't be about dark rooms filled with techno. People aren't that moody. They want to have fun."

People scramble for the colourful bricks early on in the night, but their popularity wanes as the night progresses. There's much bigger and better things to be playing with.

"People kept throwing the space hoppers," Michael Mooch said. "So we bought these in to satiate their thirst for launching inflatables into the air, without injury."

The pièce de résistance bouncy castle is based slap bang on the main dance floor, so you can throw out your shapes while bounding about like a toddler on a sugar rush.

"It's a maximum of three people at a time," said Mouch. "Mostly people behave on it, but we start to worry when men decide it's time for a wrestle."

And amazingly, somehow, there was no queue. The later it gets the more people seem to want to show flesh when inside, mind you.

You have to join a massive moving queue to get your mitts on this one. For the nine hours that Regression Sessions is open there is a conga of some form happening somewhere in the building, at all times. From the moment the sign is first found it is never put down.

Perhaps they chose the more recent game because the average age of the clientele is quite young. The SNES was probably before their time. That said, there were 40-year-olds in their acting 4 years old. You check your maturity at the door.

Which is imposed with gusto. But even the rule-breakers are in great spirits. The atmosphere is stupidly friendly and I didn't see bouncers called into action once.

When most of the bubbles are popped, the room is decked out with fresh wrap, halfway through the night, and the popping process starts all over again.

And you *totally* should! The activities meant you could catch your breath from the dancing and keep going for longer.

Because once you've had a few drinks you become extremely confident that that tightly wedged in brick can be fired free from its wooden prison with one fast, well placed flick.

It can't.

NB - A downed tower is met with roars of joy from anyone within ear-shot.

Good luck with that.

And there's two annoyingly young, annoying talented magicians kicking about with close quarter Dynamo-esque tricks up their sleeves.

That's the overriding sensation. There's no awkwardness, not even when you first arrive. You'll regress within seconds and leave feeling that little bit younger.

Until Monday.

It's probably for the best. You should get yourself home. And remember that Birmingham's public transport is abysmal so save money for a taxi. Assuming your wallet isn't at the bottom of that damn ball pit.