*sigh* Here's how it worked, Nakers.
I went to school in Nottingham rather than my local comp because I was (emphasis on past tense) quite clever. The few friends I made were more interested in drinking in pubs in the city centre than coming all the way across the county to my home town. Plus, Rock City was in the city centre, and we used to go there. Local pubs round my way held no appeal for me until the prospect of earning a wage, and learning to duck, became available.

HTH you bent spastic.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:50, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

One of my all time favourite eye-wipingly hilarious pieces of television footage
is from an Arena 'heavy metal' documentary made in the 1980s. It's shot in Rock City at a 'heavy metal' disco - it was the first time I became aware of the 'skipping around the dancefloor' activity. Oh 'heavy metal'. Oh dear.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:55, Reply)

Hahahaha that takes me back
People used to do that in the late 90s when I was a regular. I was very much of the "see how many people one can blind by flinging one's hair about" school of dancing.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:59, Reply)

eh?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 9:09, Reply)