My first experience of clubbing - was not a happy one.
Karisma - Doncaster, South Yorkshire.. 1999 - Aged 17 :D

I wasnt really a social person when I was 17. I was working part time as a junior IT techy for an office. There was a few going out after work one Friday and I was invited along. I was saying no, but they insisted. This was to be my first time of "Going down town"

Back then, I hadn't developed my tolerance for drinking Beer. It was disgusting. So I was drinking Cider all night. The night was going well, and after a number of pubs, we ended up in the night club. But of course it hadn't take me too long to get completely and utterly wasted to the point of incomprehension. You know how it is, everything sounds weired. The place is spinning like crazy, past feeling tipsy, now just out of control, but rather unwell. I guess they call it.. paraletic!
From this point, things went a bit hazy. I remember going to the toilets. Then remember looking up at a couple of burley bouncers as I had, yes, managed to pass out on the bog! I then remember being escorted out of the club, and had sick on my shoe. Then I remember the feel of cold air hitting me and the door of the club closing firmly behind me.

I had no way of telling my friends still inside that I was now outside, and couldnt be bothered to wait, so decided to head off for a taxi home.

To be honest, I had no idea where I was going or what the hell I was doing. As Im walking along, Im becoming aware of a guy walking next to me talking to me about stuff.
He was an older guy and I was talking to him about being thrown out of the nightclub.
I became aware of him saying "Do you want to make 10 quid?" I said "err.. what?" and he responded with "Its OK, I won't hurt you."

Then it struck me.. I practically heard the sound of a record slipping, and was instantly whacked back into a sober reality. Like a light switching, I suddenly became aware of the situation I was in.

I looked around, I was heading towards a dark market place, away from everything.
Bang! 'Shit, im in trouble here' I thought to myself.
"Ahh no no! Im not into any of that mate" I said.
In an attempt to convince me otherwise, he upped the offer price to £20.
"Nahh. seriously just hang around here im sure someone will come along who would love to"
and at that moment. I ran... and ran.. all the way home. I guess I was lucky he didnt manage to grab hold of me to be honest.

And to really cap the night off, "Home" was 9 miles away - in which I actually went the wrong way making it 13 miles away.

Everyone at work the next week thought it was fucking hillarious! And to be quite honest I'm now rather offended that some guy thought my ass was only worth a tenner.
(Miggyman, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 14:31, 1 reply)

In all fairness
he did up his offer to £20, don't forget that!
(ILikeBoobs, Fri 10 Apr 2009, 0:17, closed)