And another one...
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.
( Trijian, Fri 10 Apr 2009, 6:59, Reply)