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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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southern discomfort
so one night after a particularly messy breakup, i decided to ingest a heroic amount of southern comfort, and go for a boogie, possibly even get me some strange tail. in this vein i joined a mate on a trip to the electric ballroom in camden.
i managed to, without really thinking, put down a whole bottle en route in the car from reading- so maybe 35 mins? this was unwise. i don't even remember paying let alone going in. the first thing i remember with any clarity is my sudden jolt into wakefulness as the pavement rose up and clocked me one. i remember thinking to myself that this was rather uncalled-for. as the time passed, i started to piece together things.. it was november, i had brought a jacket but it was in the locked car... as was the phone i would have used to call the person with the keys. it was FECKING cold. after some rather emphatic, brightly coloured and chunky demonstrations of my obvious alcohol poisoning, i slumped into a wretched shivering heap outisde. periodically, a bouncer would kick me and remind me i couldn't sit there, which prompted either a slurred mumble or a further eruption of bile and half-digested chips. chips?? ahh.. yes. i remember, i bought chips, ate half a pack, fell asleep in the chair and THAT was how i woke up faceplanting- the helpful turkish kebab shop owners had seen fit to forcible eject me down the small steps outside the shop!
i sat there for four fucking hours while my mates partied inside, then when they came out they let me back in the car and i passed out.
the next day, i was informed exactly how i got to be outside.
i walked in, gobbed off at the bouncer, spent half an hour in the loo making noises like someone emptying a septic tank with a dyson, came back out, ordered a double, necked it, copped off with a tasty indian girl, tried to dance, bust out some ridiculous moves, then did my best impression of linda blair form the exorcist, and was ejected.
smoothly done loaf
smoothly done.
( , Sat 11 Apr 2009, 16:49, 1 reply)
so one night after a particularly messy breakup, i decided to ingest a heroic amount of southern comfort, and go for a boogie, possibly even get me some strange tail. in this vein i joined a mate on a trip to the electric ballroom in camden.
i managed to, without really thinking, put down a whole bottle en route in the car from reading- so maybe 35 mins? this was unwise. i don't even remember paying let alone going in. the first thing i remember with any clarity is my sudden jolt into wakefulness as the pavement rose up and clocked me one. i remember thinking to myself that this was rather uncalled-for. as the time passed, i started to piece together things.. it was november, i had brought a jacket but it was in the locked car... as was the phone i would have used to call the person with the keys. it was FECKING cold. after some rather emphatic, brightly coloured and chunky demonstrations of my obvious alcohol poisoning, i slumped into a wretched shivering heap outisde. periodically, a bouncer would kick me and remind me i couldn't sit there, which prompted either a slurred mumble or a further eruption of bile and half-digested chips. chips?? ahh.. yes. i remember, i bought chips, ate half a pack, fell asleep in the chair and THAT was how i woke up faceplanting- the helpful turkish kebab shop owners had seen fit to forcible eject me down the small steps outside the shop!
i sat there for four fucking hours while my mates partied inside, then when they came out they let me back in the car and i passed out.
the next day, i was informed exactly how i got to be outside.
i walked in, gobbed off at the bouncer, spent half an hour in the loo making noises like someone emptying a septic tank with a dyson, came back out, ordered a double, necked it, copped off with a tasty indian girl, tried to dance, bust out some ridiculous moves, then did my best impression of linda blair form the exorcist, and was ejected.
smoothly done loaf
smoothly done.
( , Sat 11 Apr 2009, 16:49, 1 reply)
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