Rosie’s: Gone but never forgotten

Whether you knew it as Rosie’s or Moz, it was the night you were guaranteed to see the rest of the Holland and Penny C socialites.

Today we remember Rosie’s for the crates of VKs, the three (two and a half) floors and pretending you needed to throw up to get to the front of the bathroom queue. Rosie’s nights offered everything you could want in Exeter; a spot to pull freshers on the top floor, spend the whole night networking in the outdoor smoking area (with your drink!!!) or just stay downstairs for a dance. The beauty of Rosie’s was the familiar faces, and visiting friends would just never quite ‘get it’ as a club.

Yes, the middle floor queue could be unbearable and the battle to the bar could take hours and even the layout of the whole place could have been better designed by a sports science student but we loved Rosie’s for all her flaws.

In our greed for more space, we have left our beloved Rosie’s, in favour of a shiny new refurb, Fever and Boutique, the bizarre lovechild of Arena and Cavern.

Dirty Beat Fever has taken on a whole new meaning – one that hard-core Rosie’s fans are finding increasingly harder to catch.

Coming back over the summer, there was no goodbye, no final farewell to a place that could only be described as a glorified bar in which we happily handed over 95 per cent of our student loan for a watered-down Vodka lemonade. Perhaps worst of all is that Dirty Beat has only moved 50 metres down the road, forcing us week on week to make the decision to continue past to go to Fever. Walking past the Roz bouncers on the way is like blanking people from your lectures – it’s too awkward to say hello and too awkward to ignore them. Not even the free entry and £1.50 shots have tempted us back.

And just like that is the end of an era. So, just like the end of every night in Rosie’s, when I’m lying in my bed, thoughts running through my head, and I feel the love is dead, I’m loving fever instead.

RIP Rosie’s x