Jeff had an arrangement to meet up with some girl in a club near to here so we thought we would all go and see what it was like. The place had a cover charge but something weird happened, Jeff disappeared upstairs and we walked in, somebody had paid for us but we had no idea who? Probably Jeff but he was gone somewhere and we couldn't see him. The place looked okay but it was a dubstep night and I really don't like that sort of music, I was at a festival in England the year before and it was predominantly dubstep and I didn't enjoy it then. The place was packed, full from front to back, in all the rooms and corridors. The upstairs floor had a balcony that was a little cooler than in the room but the balcony didn't feel safe at all. It was at a strange angle and was one of those traditional French style New Orleans balconies. I stood as there weren't any spare seats, Rowan and Mark stood, we saw Jeff waiting at the bar presumably to meet the girl (he had no idea what she actually looks like) and to buy a drink. After about ten minutes of not enjoying it much, we decided to leave, we had to consult with Jeff as it was only fair. We think he paid for us to get in and we really didn't want to be in here any more. We went back to the bar to let Jeff know, he still hadn't been served yet, more than ten minutes had gone by and nothing. If he met up with the girl and wanted to stay we would leave him to it and he could call or we would see him later, if not he could come with us now as we were going to leave for sure. We all had one walk around the club, into the downstairs room, out in the back garden and then out we went. The girls was nowhere in sight and so Jeff left with us.