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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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I was out in Cornwall's only city.
Truro is not the biggest city in the world, in fact as cities go, it is pretty tiny.
So, one 'all drinks for a quid' Monday, a group of us are out in the city's only proper nightclub that wasn't a gay club at the time. A few drinks...more drinks... and I find myself sitting in on a low stool trying to talk to a friend of mine. I can't hear her so I stand up slightly and lean over the table to hear what she's saying. When I go to sit down again, I feel for the stool that should be right behind me, but it is gone! I turn to see a rather large girl (I later discovered that she is locally known as 'Nanny' due to her resemblance to the 'Duckula' character) has stolen it from under me and is sitting upon. I ask for it back, she sticks her finger in her ear. I go to the other ear, the same thing happens. I stand there looking for a few seconds and then make a drunken decision. I bend down, grip the legs of the stool and pull hard. The stool comes out, Nanny hits the floor and her little chavvy mates jump and start waving their arms around in a threatening manner. They do nothing and sit back down as I'm just watching them with amusment. I always remember the thump that shook the floor...
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 10:41, 3 replies)
Truro is not the biggest city in the world, in fact as cities go, it is pretty tiny.
So, one 'all drinks for a quid' Monday, a group of us are out in the city's only proper nightclub that wasn't a gay club at the time. A few drinks...more drinks... and I find myself sitting in on a low stool trying to talk to a friend of mine. I can't hear her so I stand up slightly and lean over the table to hear what she's saying. When I go to sit down again, I feel for the stool that should be right behind me, but it is gone! I turn to see a rather large girl (I later discovered that she is locally known as 'Nanny' due to her resemblance to the 'Duckula' character) has stolen it from under me and is sitting upon. I ask for it back, she sticks her finger in her ear. I go to the other ear, the same thing happens. I stand there looking for a few seconds and then make a drunken decision. I bend down, grip the legs of the stool and pull hard. The stool comes out, Nanny hits the floor and her little chavvy mates jump and start waving their arms around in a threatening manner. They do nothing and sit back down as I'm just watching them with amusment. I always remember the thump that shook the floor...
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 10:41, 3 replies)
that has to be l2/ the loft right?
monday night, drinks for a qid, fat ho's, jumpers for goalposts... happy days!
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 11:41, closed)
monday night, drinks for a qid, fat ho's, jumpers for goalposts... happy days!
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 11:41, closed)
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