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Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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Quim! There!
I was once in one of Newcastle's classier* late night drinking establishments, of which there are many. It was a Wednesady night, which was student night. The particular special of the night was double vodka and cokes for £1.50. Now, myself and my esteemed colleagues (more about them in other posts if I can muster the courage) were not that fussy about the nature of the beverage, as long as it was cheap, so vast quantities of vodka and coke were purchased and drunk. Repeat....
Anyway, we were by no means the only people acceeding to the "let's get absolutely wankered on cheap russian falling over water". There were many ladies present, mostly being perved over by my mates. I took the opportunity to leave and have a slash. The toilets were off a short corridor from the main dancefloor. As I entered said corridor, a refreshed young lady came towards me, slipped and fell over. However...
1: Her legs went in opposite directions.
2: One heel got stuck in a crack between a floortile and the wall.
3: The other shoe went flying off.
4: She split her gusset.
So, there she was, lying in the birthing position, clunge on view to the general public, crying copiously.
So one of my mates (who had earlier been chatting her up) runs over.
...slips....
and manages to kick her clean in the flange.
We left.
*not really
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 15:11, 9 replies)
I was once in one of Newcastle's classier* late night drinking establishments, of which there are many. It was a Wednesady night, which was student night. The particular special of the night was double vodka and cokes for £1.50. Now, myself and my esteemed colleagues (more about them in other posts if I can muster the courage) were not that fussy about the nature of the beverage, as long as it was cheap, so vast quantities of vodka and coke were purchased and drunk. Repeat....
Anyway, we were by no means the only people acceeding to the "let's get absolutely wankered on cheap russian falling over water". There were many ladies present, mostly being perved over by my mates. I took the opportunity to leave and have a slash. The toilets were off a short corridor from the main dancefloor. As I entered said corridor, a refreshed young lady came towards me, slipped and fell over. However...
1: Her legs went in opposite directions.
2: One heel got stuck in a crack between a floortile and the wall.
3: The other shoe went flying off.
4: She split her gusset.
So, there she was, lying in the birthing position, clunge on view to the general public, crying copiously.
So one of my mates (who had earlier been chatting her up) runs over.
...slips....
and manages to kick her clean in the flange.
We left.
*not really
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 15:11, 9 replies)
Yes
Just covered my monitor in Latte.
That has cheered me up no end on a somewhat hungover morning.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 10:10, closed)
Just covered my monitor in Latte.
That has cheered me up no end on a somewhat hungover morning.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 10:10, closed)
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