I used to love the indie night on a Thursday at the Welly Club in Hull.
and could regularly be seen throwing my skinny arse around the dancefloor there, like a more spacktarded Jarvis Cocker, sometime in the mid-90s.
For pilled-up mod lols I used to like going to Liquidation in Liverpool or the Basement in Brighton.
I haven't really been to a nightclub since the 90s though.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:08, 1 reply, 13 years ago)

I bet you visited many basements in brighton
taking that back dooor, down the grubby passage to teh delights beyond
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:10, Reply)

I was once approached by a man in the Basement who asked if I would be interested in dancing in a play he was putting on.
I suspected he was a homosexualist and was only after my bottom, so I politely declined.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:12, Reply)

Last time I was in Brighton I went for a run along the seafront and was confronted by a man
weilding what can only be described as a horse cock, sitting on a bench, wanking away merrily.
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:14, Reply)

where was the horse?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:17, Reply)

Being wanked off

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:19, Reply)

interesting

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:21, Reply)

In the john.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 11 Oct 2012, 14:24, Reply)