Considering Nottingham is the headquarters of dad-wear labels like Paul Smith, One True Saxon and Speedo, it actually is a bit of a fashion town. Robin Hood's hood is also home to Rock City, a massive multi-venue rock club. Those hair metal fantasies Vice enjoyed back in April became a reality at Rock City.
There are no camera-shy people here, just wild, pleasingly slutty women and men who all look like Bret Michaels from Poison.
Visiting Rock City is like time traveling back to the age before irony escaped its London fashion bubble; a time when men looked like women, and all the near-naked women rode airbrushed cobras while in combat with squawking American eagles against a landscape of denim. Everything needed studs and anything worth saying was worth inking across your chest, and knuckles, for the rest of your life (wings, flames, and fair maidens with big jugs all optional add-ons).