Student bars all over the world have the same, distinctive smell. It’s a delicately concocted, potent mixture of spilled Magners, sweat, Jägerbombs, liberally applied cologne, old vomit and disappointment. Hive, the infamous Edinburgh haunt of students and adults who should know better, is no different. It was Tolstoy who first said all good clubs are alike, but that each bad club is […]
