Like the time I ended up clubbing in a tartan workshirt because t shirts weren't allowed - although I did get away with trainers on that occasion. It was in Bristol so they might have even allowed sheep boots!

You could perhaps understand it if the places were actually posh but the sticky floored, sweaty fleshpots that make up 99% of clubs should just be grateful folk will pay to go and drink expensive warm beer whilst not being able to hear themselves think!