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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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The last club I was in
Was Opal Lounge in Edinburgh.
I clearly remember deciding, at about 2am, that I would rather have minor surgery than stay there on the grounds that:
Minor surgery (under local anasthetic, for example) would be interesting, not boring.
Minor surgery (on the NHS) would be free.
People actually pay you attention when you're in hospital, rather than slamming into you and spilling your beer.
But on the way out I wandered into a chip shop as it was closing and bought two battered cheeseburgers for £2, so not all was lost.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 21:15, 9 replies)
Was Opal Lounge in Edinburgh.
I clearly remember deciding, at about 2am, that I would rather have minor surgery than stay there on the grounds that:
Minor surgery (under local anasthetic, for example) would be interesting, not boring.
Minor surgery (on the NHS) would be free.
People actually pay you attention when you're in hospital, rather than slamming into you and spilling your beer.
But on the way out I wandered into a chip shop as it was closing and bought two battered cheeseburgers for £2, so not all was lost.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 21:15, 9 replies)
Battered cheeseburger
Burger and slice of cheese, in a bun, dipped in batter, deep fried?
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 21:49, closed)
Burger and slice of cheese, in a bun, dipped in batter, deep fried?
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 21:49, closed)
Not quite
There's no bun involved. The product in question is a vaugely disc shaped crunchy battered thing, which by some alchemy contains meat, cheese and enough saturated fat to harden the arteries of the man standing next to you.
Food of the Gods when you're drunk.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 23:59, closed)
There's no bun involved. The product in question is a vaugely disc shaped crunchy battered thing, which by some alchemy contains meat, cheese and enough saturated fat to harden the arteries of the man standing next to you.
Food of the Gods when you're drunk.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 23:59, closed)
There's no bun involved
That's a relief, so it's health food relativistically.
( , Fri 10 Apr 2009, 8:08, closed)
That's a relief, so it's health food relativistically.
( , Fri 10 Apr 2009, 8:08, closed)
Well
What the hell were you doing in the Opal Lounge? Actually, no, what were you doing on George Street?
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 21:52, closed)
What the hell were you doing in the Opal Lounge? Actually, no, what were you doing on George Street?
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 21:52, closed)
I had been lured out by my friends
Who have a strange thing for shitty clubs. Give me a nice pub any day. Normally I just stay in the student's union - I'm friends with all the barstaff and it's much quieter.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 22:16, closed)
Who have a strange thing for shitty clubs. Give me a nice pub any day. Normally I just stay in the student's union - I'm friends with all the barstaff and it's much quieter.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 22:16, closed)
I here you
On that one.
Doctors, Cloisters, Bow Bar, hell even Teviots Library bar is pretty nice, and has real ale.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 22:20, closed)
On that one.
Doctors, Cloisters, Bow Bar, hell even Teviots Library bar is pretty nice, and has real ale.
( , Thu 9 Apr 2009, 22:20, closed)
I'm an Edinburgh man
I know how that place is. It's eighty pounds for a bottle of fancy gin. Come to think of it, I have a story or two about it.
( , Fri 10 Apr 2009, 3:13, closed)
I know how that place is. It's eighty pounds for a bottle of fancy gin. Come to think of it, I have a story or two about it.
( , Fri 10 Apr 2009, 3:13, closed)
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