Fasten your seatbelts, here are the hometown clubbers of the week

Look at this bunch of young rapscallions enjoying a lager-beer or seven


Ah summer. A time to reconnect with your pals back home you’ve grown apart from while at uni but still feel obliged to spend time with.

Here at The Tab, it is our job, nay, our honour-bound duty to tell this story. Photos of you plugging the conversation gaps by sinking beverages of the alcoholic variety, frequenting your old haunts before leaving home and finding mates you actually like.

So, once again, here are the clubbers of the week. Beamed straight into homes up and down the country, all for your personal viewing delectation.

Guys, the real slim shady finally stood up!

Hi! My name is, chka-chka

Hi! My name is, chka-chka

I swear I’ve seen you on the telly somewhere before?

Dom, it's over.

Dom, it’s over.

Finally, a solution to all those naughty clubbers

Our prayers have been answered

Our prayers have been answered

We all have that one friend that will literally do anything for us

Of course you can rest your elbow on my face

Of course you can rest your elbow on my face

I need you to call me an ambulance, or failing that, my mummy

Time is moving really, really slowly and everything is flat

Time is moving really, really slowly and everything is flat

When you’re on a cracking night out but remember that everything and everyone you have ever loved will one day not exist and eventually no-one will even be around to remember them

Yep, we're all fucked and there's nothing we can do about it

Yep, we’re all fucked and there’s nothing we can do about it

Feeling tired? Just have a quick ten minute nap on your mate’s head

It just makes sense

It just makes sense

Another head-napper, seems like it’s becoming a thing…

...I've got a funny feeling about this...

…I’ve got a funny feeling about this…

IT’S AN EPIDEMIC! EVERYBODY, GET TO THE LIFE RAFTS

2319! We've got a 2319!

2319! We’ve got a 2319!

That one friend who finds it impossible to look nice in a group pic

Jesus Christ, Liam

Jesus Christ, Liam

I am Antony Morato, hear me roar!

At least if you take him home you won't forget his name

At least if you take him home you won’t forget his name

When you lay the cheekiest of cheeky pecks on your best bud at exactly the right moment

A tender moment, immortally preserved for all eternity

A tender moment, immortally preserved for all eternity

Move along, nothing to see here

At least there aren't any spelling mistakes I guess

At least there aren’t any spelling mistakes I guess

Put your hands in the air if you want to be in clubbers of the week

Like taking candy from a baby

Like taking candy from a baby

No! Harry No! Don’t look at the light!

I. Can't. Help. It. It's. So. Beautiful.

I. Can’t. Help. It. It’s. So. Beautiful.

Wazzaaaap

WAZZAAAAPPP

WAZZAAAAPPP

All photos are taken from the clubs’ official Facebook pages. Cover image from Propaganda London.