In wolvertrampton
where I was born and raised, the is a magically rock club called Planet. Wolverhampton's a scruff hole if you've been, but I felt rather comfortable here being a big indie bum at the time.

With my mate in tow (I'm a guy but I would turn for him, he is a sexy pie ), we head off to Planet with the many pints of sweet, watered down, tramp piss cider and WKD. He proceeds off to the dance floor to mosh about a bit, (he loved all that I can't dance for beans), and I sit there laughing at him and watching the other revellers.

I should have stopped drinking waaayy before I did but I persisted in chasing the pink dragon and got to the point of sickness drunk, and promptly ran to the toilets to throw my insides out.

After the bouncer came in and checked that I wouldn't implode, I went back to the table to recover.

A beautiful blonde girl then walks up to (BTW i'm shite at talking to girls in any situation, let alone chat them up), and asks me to dance. I look at her wearily and say that I would but I have just thrown up my own body weight in fluid.

Looking a little down she looks at me t-shirt (a backwards written Franz Ferdinand Tee) and says she loves them, just in case the sick thing was a ploy to fob her off!!

I say no again (DICK!) and continue to try and sober myself up. A few hours later i realise the volume of my idiocy and hunt her down....as the club closes, she gives me a hug says she will be back there next week, same time.

she wasn't and I never went back

Never ever drink in clubs, just hope they have and talk to you first so you can be smooth :)
(Dragonpity, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 14:06, 7 replies)

Planet
never been in, although I have a hyoooge penchant for Goth/Emo/Indie girls.
I can usually be found in the Gala casino next door tho!
Last I was there, I saw several gents whirling fire balls around on the end of ropes looking particularly awesome.
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 14:32, closed)

If you were in the Planet in the first place
You must have been pretty pissed, god awful hole of a place that it is.

There really needs to be a place in Wolves where you can go after 2 o'clock that doesn't involve rubbing elbows with either the cultural dregs (and we're talking Wolverhampton here, where culture goes to die) or some pissed up chavs too drunk to realise they're dancing to Spineshank surrounded by goths.

Having said that, it is hilarious to go there if you're not too steaming, and laugh at the antics of those who are.
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 14:32, closed)

I know I'm going on a bit now,
but this just occurred to me. The pun-based website in this week's newsletter features a picture of 'Fred', the much-beloved Ring Road Tramp.
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 14:40, closed)

The ring road tramp!!!
I used to make my Mom drive past that ring road into town every weekend just to get a glimpse of him :D

And I quite liked planet thank you very much :p
tbf it was that, yates or oceania FUCK THAT
(Dragonpity, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 16:05, closed)

I do believe
You're forgetting the Mecca of Wolverhampton nightlife on a Saturday, Blast Off, where you can go and drink Reef and dance with all the other 14 year olds.

Good times.
(syz, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 9:56, closed)

Ahh the Planet
I love that dive, it's awesome. I remember years and years ago, the whole dancefloor watching a chick wank a lad off next the the speaker stacks. You should have seen her arm going! Poor guy. The bouncers seem to have tightened up on that kind of behaviour now.
(Beacon, Tue 15 Dec 2009, 16:34, closed)

Blast off is for gays :p
just like the Generator, all the 12 year emo's could go and think they were hardcore....no your an idiot

give me a legal emo girl however and watch me melt like a burns victim in her hands *siiiighhhh*
(Dragonpity, Wed 16 Dec 2009, 10:30, closed)