It’s peak time in a club near you. The place is packed and the music is perfect. Holly, 27, is out with her mates and enjoying herself when suddenly she feels a hand between her legs. “I had nowhere to move, and couldn’t shout for help – as if anyone would have been able to hear me,” she tells us. “After I pushed [the man] away he tried it again, before getting abusive – which is when I made the call to leave. When I found my friends, what scared me the most was how many of them had experienced something similar.”
If you’re a woman and a regular clubber, this story will be horribly familiar. It seems that for every mind-blowing DJ set we witness, women are also often subject to the roaming hands of men who feel entitled to grope or molest us. Sunday morning war stories are so ubiquitous that it’s souring our experience of club culture and having an effect on which venues and parties many of us choose to go to. Is a night out without fear of who might be lurking next to the bass-bin really too much to ask?