Plan a big night out and we'll tell you where in the UK you're from
Plan a big night out and we'll tell you where in the UK you're from
Only one question is about whether you're wearing a coat
Only one question is about whether you're wearing a coat
You're getting ready. What will you be wearing?
And will you be taking a coat?
What's your pre-drink of choice?
Right, you're leaving. How are you getting there?
How much is entry going to cost?
And what will the place you're going be like?
OK, you're inside. What are you drinking?
What are you dancing to?
After leaving the club you're a bit peckish. What do you fancy?
Which of these pictures best sums up how your night is going to end?
You're a Londoner, aren't you?
You're a Londoner, aren't you?
Eeeesh, sorry for the trouble. If you're planning a night out, it's probably going to be the only one you can have for about a month - after the £10 drinks and the £20 tickets and all the other regretful expenses, you'll end up having spent the same as your rent to stand in a dirty East London basement listening to shite DJs you've never even heard of. Do you have any Destiny's Child?
You're obviously a Southerner
You're obviously a Southerner
What's money? As you pop another bottle of golden fizz in your Guildford kitchen, you certainly know it's no object to you. It's all well and good when you spend your nights at country pubs and arse-end-of-nowhere nightclubs, but while your yearly trip to London will inevitably ruin you financially, it'll be the closest you've had to a good night out since last time.
You're the most Northern person in the entire North
You're the most Northern person in the entire North
You are stubborn, and you will not budge on certain things. Wetherspoons is your church; warm beer or cold VKs are your poisons. You will outdrink any Southerner you meet under the table, and they'll recoil in horror watching you shove fistfuls of gravy or curry sodden chips into your face. Who cares? You apologise to no-one.
You're a Geordie, aren't you?
You're a Geordie, aren't you?
Scotty T just about sums it up - while the outside world might see you as lairy, you only care about getting mortal and enjoy yourself while doing it. You might wake up without your keys or your phone or your dignity, but at least you had a fucking good time.
You're so Scottish it hurts
You're so Scottish it hurts
You're mental. As in, drink a straight bottle of Basics vodka, fight the bouncers, jump the taxi, pass out in a bush mental. There's never an easy night with you, mainly because you'll delete any and all alcohol in your immediate vicinity. Still, there's no-one better than you to liven up a boring evening.
Wait, are you an American?
Wait, are you an American?
Looks like we've got an imposter in our midst! You probably can't drink for shit, you probably have an awful taste in music and you were probably disappointed that none of the options in this quiz were "light beer." Don't pretend to be British again.