I've told this story before - but here is it again.
I have been teargassed three times in my life. All three were on the same night.

The setting is the club to which I used to go every Friday during what I call, euphemistically, my A-Level studies. It was called, variously, The Hippodrome and The Cube, and it had a downstairs area for the mainstream music, and an upstairs area for alternative music, where the floor would be heaving with people every time "Smells Like Teen Spirit", "Sabotage" or "Suds and Soda" got played.

It was also quite a grotty place. You didn't so much stick to the carpet around the bar as get sucked into it. Oh, well.

One cold February night in 1995, I was there as usual, doing what teenagers do at clubs where the cider is cheap and the clientele is cheaper. I was having a great time. But then something strange happened. My eyes began to smart.

Odd as this was, what was odder was that other people were looking uncomfortable as well.

Someone had smuggled in a teargas canister and let it off.

You might think that this would clear the club - but I told you that it was grotty and cheap. There was a slight intermission, then the music began again. The air cleared quickly - I can only assume that the air-con was reasonable, the fire doors were open... I don't know.

An hour later, our eyes were hurting again. Again, the club stayed open.

It was only after canister #3 was let off that the club was finally evacuated.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 10:15, 2 replies)

There used to be a small pub down a back alley in Newbury called the Unkle Henry's.

My mate once left a shit so bad in the toilet that he cleared the whole pub. It was the bit about your eyes hurting that reminded me...
( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 17:27, closed)

I concur
Are you sure it was teargas? It might have been someone with irritable bowel syndrome.
(Helixdaunting, Wed 15 Apr 2009, 1:45, closed)