Mersey View Frodsham, circa 2000ish
I pulled a rather classy young lady and decided to take it to the next level. We ventured into the very quiet fruit machine room for some heavy petting, apparently not banned in shit night clubs.. anyway, there we were getting it on, my hand ventured into her jeans and she stopped me with the exclamation 'errr, I'm on' I said 'so?' (I was pissed in my defence) she said ' ok then, put her hand down her pants, pulled out the jam rag and threw it on the floor. Well sod it I thought, in for a penny and all that. I got more and more frisky and we ended up shagging over the pinball machine. Nice!

Did I get away with it? Did I fuck! I walked in the next day and the bouncers asked me to follow them, we walked upstairs (me shitting myself wondering what I'd done) they plonked me down in the office and showed me the cctv footage of me full frontal pissed out of my face banging a bird on the glass, tampon in view on the floor.

Oh the shame! Got in free for a few weeks after though, so not all was bad!!
(Kip, Thu 27 Jan 2011, 20:33, 3 replies)

"I'm glad everyone saw me" is next week.

( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Thu 27 Jan 2011, 21:51, closed)

I think you'll find that the last bit of qotw's original question says
'and did you get away with it?'

Next....
(Kip, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 0:02, closed)

But...
...this is normal behaviour for the Mersey View!
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 8:31, closed)

Mersey View......
My lord. Not been up there for ages. We used to book our 6th form parties up there under the guise of it being a 21st party. As I looked the oldest I had 3 21st parties up there over 2 years whilst always being under 18. At the last one none of the bar staff would believe that the other people were over 21 so no-one got served, other than me because it was my party and I was clearly over 21! I spent the whole night getting pissed with the guy who ran the place slagging off the kids of today.

Another time, mid 90's, smashed, I was having a conversation with this Yank who was trying to convince me he was from the Bronx. I took real exception to this blatent lie and set about ruining his buzz by telling him a tall tale of how I once saw my Dad kill a man. He ran off and left the club after I had bent his ear for an hour.
( The only Dave is pushing things forward, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 12:43, closed)