As conversation rapidly dries up with your brand new flatmates, why not dip into these fantastic facts about Bristol? Could ignite something! Well, they are pretty mind blowing…

Bristol is officially the smiliest city in the UK. Psychologists randomly smiled at thousands of people in the streets in cities all over the county and Bristol is where the highest number smiled back; conclusively proving we live in the happiest place in the UK!
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1. Suit Yourself Magazine was born out of pure need; the need for an independent magazine, a voice for all those young at heart, those interested in music, fashion, adventure, art and their environment. A magazine which investigates, uncovers and promotes the arts in all its forms throughout Bristol.

2. We are FREE and can be found in over a thousand pubs, clubs, restaurants, bars, shops, cafés, venues, hairdressers, galleries and everything in-between in Bristol.
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One of the most exciting new bands coming out of Bristol at the moment, SY catches up with Roxy’s Wardrobe to ask them a few question’s about Bristol!

What are 3 things you love about Bristol?
The nightlife definitely; you can go out on the same night every week and yet have a different type of music each time. The live music scene is so diverse in this city that everyone’s taste is so easily catered for no matter how random. We love Pizza Palace next to the Hippodrome on a Friday night after Ramshackle or Reflex; gotta be done!
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One can’t talk about gigs in Bristol and not mention a certain local character who goes by the name of Big Jeff. If it’s a gig worth going to, Big Jeff will be there, any night, any venue, front-row-centre, dancing frantically (more often than not topless) and sweatily waving his giant blonde afro along to anything with a beat. Described as a human metronome, Big Jeff reportedly goes to eight gigs a week and has become somewhat of a local celebrity. A self confessed live music addict, Bristol is fiercely proud of Big Jeff, even more so because when dancing he’s not smashed off his face on drink or drugs, he’s just there for the love of the music man!
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The Bristol gigging scene is a bustling one. You may not have heard of many of our local bands or venues outside the BS postcode but boy, if you like live music, in Bristol you’re in for a treat!

Upcoming Gigs:
There is constant sea of posters and flyers around the city so keep your eyes peeled. Or if t’internet’s your thang, www.BristolListings.co.uk is fab.

Tickets:
Bristol Ticket Shop in the Galleries is a cathedral to live music in Bristol. Its walls are plastered with listings, posters and flyers, it’s the cheapest option for purchasing tickets and it has the mandatory uber-cool scenesters you wish you were behind the counter.
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Looking back, I can now appreciate that university is the essence of liberation. Freed for the first time from any constraints of a family setting, the overprotective school you were chained to for years or the friends you’ve known since you were scamps, you are now free to do whatever you want, as you want, whenever! In this vein, first year becomes all about drink, drugs and sex sex sex. Do not go to lectures, do not write essays and fuck knowing your limits. Go out every night with the aim of getting lucky and if not, getting so hammered you don’t care. Tequila shots with salt and lemon, strawpedos, then down a pint of the original wife-beater, Miss Stella Artois herself. Wander into St Pauls in the bleakest hours of night to buy interesting little plastic bags off shady men with thick Jamaican accents. When your new best mate’s long-term girlfriend comes up to visit, have a crack. Climb on top of buildings/statues/walls/trees/boats/anything, providing there’s a certain risk you might do yourself serious injury should you fall off. Stay up partying until you notice the soul-destroying grey light of dawn out the window. Stay up partying for longer anyway.
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So uni life has begun. You’ve settled in. Your own space. Your own rules. Then you get the call: they’re coming to pay you visit! They say they’ve “forgotten what you look like already” but you know that’s just code for a parental raid. No worries. A swift clean-up, pop the kettle on, small-talk over a cup of tea; “yes, I’m doing my work… yes I’m using protection…” Whatever. Get rid of them and get pissed with your mates, right?

WRONG. They don’t see you often anymore, they want to spend some time with you, go out for a meal or something. Well, if they want to ‘spend’ then let them. Here’s your chance to go to that restaurant you could never quite justify on your student loan. This is why parents’ cards are gold. So, exactly where are you going to indulge your culinary fantasies? Let us give you a whistle-stop tour of some of the restaurants you might not have to pay for…
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SY catches up with Bristol’s favourite, liveliest and hairiest son, Justin Lee Collins – host of The Saturday Night Project on da telly – to talk everything Brizzle!

What are three things you love about Bristol?
Well there’s an awful lot to love! I’ll give you a whole list of things and you can pick out three:
First Bristol is a beautiful city; I love the architecture, we’re surrounded by stunning countryside and we’re close to the coast.
It’s an incredibly friendly city, it’s officially the happiest city in Britain and it’s very laid back. It’s very, very easy to make friends here.
It’s a very individual and independent city, we’re not trying to be anything else; Manchester has referred to itself as the London of the North but we don’t call ourselves the London of the South West.
It’s easy to get around; you don’t need a car cos you can walk everywhere, or cycle, or skate. Everything’s on your doorstep, everything you could possibly want: bars, pubs, restaurants, coffee shops – oh, and it’s more cosmopolitan than a lot of people realise!
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Grab a shirt sleeve and join me on an expedition of inner city discovery. Before we cut loose, are you dressed for this journey? I don’t want you excluded from a ‘Can’t Miss’ drum and bass night because your tee-shirt is mouthing the wrong slogan. But relax for now, I’ve got a street-sense SatNav strapped to my chest using electrical tape stolen from a wounded DJ - he slipped on a Reflex flyer and got sliced by his decks; very messy night. Pay attention and don’t go a-wandering.

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