If you walk down Doncaster’s Duke Street today, you will see no sign of the old Karisma club, with its sunburst frontage and exhausting staircase. Long since converted into shops and then flats, it had a magnetic appeal to a generation of 1990s clubbers whose desire for dancefloor escape justified their queuing for an hour (excepting those who had finessed the art of snogging their way to the front).
The Coach and Horses is still up the road, though, as is a town centre that revels in a hedonistic spirit more commonly associated with Magaluf. It is, as Danielle Phillips’s lively play has it, “Yorkshire’s very own Vegas”.
