COCO

The first ‘is it still happening?’ text of the season has been sent.
It’s dark and someone’s already in their pyjamas at half six.

Here’s the thing: it’s still happening.

Summer you would be appalled. Summer you danced till 2 and called Sunday a myth.

Get dressed. The bar is warm and your friends are funnier in person.

Doors at 9.

See you at the bar. 🌧🍸

📸 KP 📸

Somewhere in Cheltenham right now, someone is being told they’re ‘organising the work Christmas do this year’.

No budget confirmed. No dates agreed. Forty opinions incoming.

If that’s you: condolences, and also hello 🙋🏻‍♂️

Complete the form in the BIO and you become the person who sorted the best one in years.

We’ll handle everything except Trevor from accounts. 🎄🍸

Autumn logic:
It’s dark by 7, so 9pm feels like midnight.
Which means by 11 you’ve done a full night out.
And before anyone packs house music away with the sandals and the factor 50...
It was never a summer thing.

It’s a lights down, coat off, one more song thing.
This weekend UK House Rules and DJ Phonz are here to prove it.

Be dramatic. Dance to everything.
Nobody tell summer, but this might be the superior season for going out.

Doors at 9. Come test the theory. 🍂🍸

📸 KP 📸

House Rulesuk Phonz

Summer birthdays get rooftops, b**r gardens and golden hour photos.

October birthdays get “shall we just do food?”

That’s not a celebration. That’s admin with a menu.

If your birthday lands in the dark months you don’t need less of a party. You need a louder one.

Never been? Let us show you what louder looks like.
Friday: House Rules UK House Rulesuk 
Saturday: DJ Phonz Phonz

Come for one night and you’ll be planning your birthday by the second drink.

Form’s in the bio. 🎂🍸

📸 KP 📸

The 30th. The leaving do. The engagement party.
All cancelled in 2020 and never rescheduled.

Instead you got a Zoom quiz, a leaving card signed over email, and an engagement announced to your nan through the front window.

You all said “we’ll do something proper when this is over”. It’s been over for years.

The moments happened. The parties didn’t.
You’re still owed every single one.

Throw it now.
Private hire at Coco. Better late than on mute. 🥂

Someone’s losing their coat tonight.
Statistically, it’s you.

50% chance of rain. Doesn’t matter. You won’t be leaving with it anyway.

Cotswold Tech Collective tonight.

Every time they play here, Monday’s inbox looks the same.
“Hi, did anyone hand in a black coat?”
“Hi, same question, different black coat.”

Doors at 9.

Be there, or be the one hearing about it on Monday. 🪩🍸

Danny Winter
James Johnstone
Toad

All real parties. All at ours.

The whole place, their people, no strangers, no clearing up after. Booked by the one in the group chat who finally said “right, I’m sorting it.”

Be that one. It’s three steps:
we have a chat, you lock the date, we handle the planning while you handle the group chat.

Then you plan the outfit and turn up.
Birthdays, engagements, leaving dos, “we survived the year”. Any reason will do. We’re not fussy.

The form’s in the bio. Go on then. Throw it properly. 🍸

One minute you’re sat on a suitcase trying to force it shut for Ibiza.

Next minute there’s a six foot skeleton in the middle of the supermarket and it’s dark by seven.

Nobody agreed to this.

And if your birthday lands anywhere between now and Christmas, we need a word.

Because right now it’s “I’ll sort something nearer the time”.

Then it’s November.

Then every Saturday’s been claimed by someone’s Christmas do.

Then it’s “maybe we’ll just go out in January”.

You did not survive a whole summer to celebrate your birthday in January.

Tag the friend with a birthday before Christmas. They’re not organising it themselves. 🎂🍸

The jumpers are back in the shops.
It was dark before the Bake Off started.
And someone in your house has already said the word ‘cosy’.

Summer is officially a distant memory, and that’s fine, because cocktails were never seasonal.

Tonight it’s Just Jungle from 9.

The bar’s warm, the bass is loud, and Friday works exactly the same as it did in July.

And yes, we’re open Saturday too.
You know how this goes.
See you at the bar. 🍂🍸