Started out at The Krazy House (fka Sloanes) in Liverpool. The local rock club, bottle of cheap cider before getting the bus into town, then into a world of black and purple decor and hideously patterned carpets made up of equal parts artificial fibres, cider + black and vomit.
First went when I was 16, never got ID'd until I'd turned 18
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. Anyone who was under-age just went round the block to the (strictly speaking over-18s) 147 snooker club and got one of their membership cards, which the bouncers at the K would quite happily accept as proof of ID. We all put false names on the ID, mine was Taj Mihelich (the BMXer).
Joys of The K included all drinks being 2-for-1 (including bottles of Mad Dog 20/20
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).
Other haunts included The Mardi Gras, still black decor and cheap booze, but with more of an indie/60s music slant. Met my biology teacher there once, he agreed not to mention my age to the bar staff, and I promised not to hassle him for the evening!
Then to Sheffield for Uni, and graduation to the joys of Corporation. Another rock club all clothed in black, replete with sticky carpets, but all the more surreal due to the presence of sphinxes, pyramids and busts of King Tut, all courtesy of the venue's previous incarnation as Cairo Jack's.
Added bonus was the installation of a skate-ramp. Landslide + skate-ramp =
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, + booze = badly sprained ankle
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Thankfully I was pished enough that it didn't properly hurt until the morning after...