Hi Kezza,
Yeah I was an eighties clubber too, although I started at 14 - Barbarella's to see The Clash in '76, whoops just gave away my age! I remember all of the places you mentioned of course. My best friends ex was a DJ at Sam Wellers, where you stuck to the floor and getting to the bar was a nightmare.
Don't know what your route was but we'd start at the Parisian (later le Pub), move on to Cagney's (I remember when that opened, it was '81 I think), then go to Sam Wellers and Kalaidescope (I was there during the opening weekend, when, unless I'm mistaken the pumps failed -bad news, long queues). We would then go to a few clubs. We didn't have to pay to get in to most of them because we worked at a club in town (won't mention which one unless you twist my arm), so we could have cheap night out compared to most people, but wherever we went, we would almost always end up back at Snobs to try and grab a staff taxi home (oh no...I've said it and without any arm twisting!). I think I finally ran out of steam around about the time that rave started, but by then I'd worked at Snobs for a long, long time...
I've got loads of very happy memories of that time, especially working at Snobs and I can still picture many of the people I met back then. I wonder where they are now?
By the by, someone posted a question ages ago asking what was the name of the club where the walls were draped in white. That was Bananas (spelling?) and they had white plants and palm trees too with the whole placed bathed in UV lighting; everyone had horribly white teeth and every little speck of lint on your clothes showed up in stark relief, I won't even mention what happened to those of us wearing white bra's under dark clothing. They were also very fond of using the smoke machine - I can smell that strange odour even as I write about it.
Take care
Kitty