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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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What I wore on my first ever trip to a nightclub
I was quite a late starter when it came to the side whiskers and deep voice malarkey. So when my best mates started clubbing as teenagers, I was at home watching Blind Date.
But one Friday evening, as a 16 year old, my home phone rang, interrupting TFI Friday. It was my friend Chris, who informed me that he and a pal were off to the local nightclub. It was famed for letting under age kids in, so I thought, 'What the hell,' I'll give it a go.
The last thing Chris said before he put down the phone was, 'no jeans or trainers.' I didn't own a pair of trousers that weren't jeans- I was sixteen for heavens sakes! Then I went to my wardrobe, looked inside, and....FLASH FORWARD TWO HOURS...I stroll into the club with my bright green Ted Baker shirt on, two pints in my hands, the full Liam Gallagher swagger, and find Chris at the bar.
"Whitehorse!" he said, glancing down at me. "How the fuck did you get in here..."IN YOUR FUCKING SCHOOL UNIFORM?"
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 17:25, Reply)
I was quite a late starter when it came to the side whiskers and deep voice malarkey. So when my best mates started clubbing as teenagers, I was at home watching Blind Date.
But one Friday evening, as a 16 year old, my home phone rang, interrupting TFI Friday. It was my friend Chris, who informed me that he and a pal were off to the local nightclub. It was famed for letting under age kids in, so I thought, 'What the hell,' I'll give it a go.
The last thing Chris said before he put down the phone was, 'no jeans or trainers.' I didn't own a pair of trousers that weren't jeans- I was sixteen for heavens sakes! Then I went to my wardrobe, looked inside, and....FLASH FORWARD TWO HOURS...I stroll into the club with my bright green Ted Baker shirt on, two pints in my hands, the full Liam Gallagher swagger, and find Chris at the bar.
"Whitehorse!" he said, glancing down at me. "How the fuck did you get in here..."IN YOUR FUCKING SCHOOL UNIFORM?"
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 17:25, Reply)
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