So there we have it. 'New Snobs' becomes 'old Snobs' and the older Snobs is now the really, really old Snobs. Think I have that right?

Birmingham's legendary nightclub will relocate to the 'golden mile' in 2024, ten years after reopening its doors on the corner of Smallbrook Queensway and Hurst Street. The move to Broad Street will see another era of hazy memories left behind on its sticky dance floor - and I think it's okay to be a little sad about that.

I cannot claim to have ever visited OG Snobs. Though that hasn't stopped people from telling me the 3,001 reasons why it was better.

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But for an entire generation of teens and 20-somethings this venue will always be THE Snobs, forever intertwined into their DNA. Some of my fondest memories come from being inside those strange face walls (still not sure what they're about) and I'll be sad to see them go if they don't appear in the new venue.

Cheap cocktails at the now-defunct Island Bar, before heading to the iconic indie venue, was part of the Snobs religion. As was finishing the night at Dixy Chicken in the Chinese Quarter despite knowing regret would weigh heavy the following day.

Every week we would venture up Snobs' labyrinth of stairs, battling through the crowds to reach its tiny third level. At the summit, like clockwork, we'd realise the music was better on the ground floor and back down we'd go, ready to join the chaotic moshpits and sing along to Wonderwall come closing at 4am.

Then you have the hot and cramped smoking area where you'd spend 90 per cent of the time sweating like a pig and being asked if you have a spare lighter. So many interesting conversations with strangers were had, all of which forgotten by the time your head hit the pillow that same morning.

A friend of mine was once duped into thinking our other mate had proposed to his girlfriend inside on the podiums. It was completely made up, but he didn't for a second question why such a romantic gesture would happen at Snobs as he trotted off to buy "celebratory bubbles" for the group. It just made sense.

And that's the thing about Snobs: it just makes sense. I haven't been for a few years now, no longer wanting to mingle with university students, but it makes me happy knowing for so many it still feels like home. It feels like Brum.

I'm excited to find out if Snobs can continue its legacy at the new Broad Street location and if it can maintain its unique charm among a sea of nightclubs competing for the same spotlight. Though for a club that has transcended generations, survived multiple recessions, including the latest caused by Covid, who would honestly bet against it?