
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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Hmmm...
I really hope I'm not the only one to have fallen down the stairs, pint-in-hand, only to end up feeling like I've taken an early shower.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:36, 5 replies)

What's odd is the effort made to try to save the pint rather than ones' head and limbs.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:39, closed)

Damn lack of self-preservation.
It costs more than £2.20 to replace bones...
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:42, closed)

the only one. I did it in Spain tho, and it was a cocktail. Does that count?
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:46, closed)

The worst are those clubs with a "danger step" somewhere between the bar and dancefloor.
Sober, it's fine.
Drunk, you totally forget about the bastard, and end up face-planting.
Normally in front of whoever you've been trying to get lucky with.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:49, closed)

Not only have I taken several tumbles on club stairs, I managed every one sober. The one I recall the most is when working at a club in Portsmouth, we were doing the end of night cleanup/restock and I had to carry a pack of VK bottles from one of the bars (there were 3), at the top of the club, to the store room at the very bottom. I could feel myself tripping, and just couldn't seem to prevent going arse over tit. But fucked if I was going to have a bunch of broken stock to deal with, so made sure I landed first, and they landed on me. Not a broken bottle, and I avoided anymore work by sitting down to fill out the accident book. Quite the result.
( , Fri 10 Apr 2009, 6:59, closed)
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