Cloud Nine
Now - I've done my fair share of MASSIVE DRUGS because I'm so Honda Accord etc, and decided to stop doing them as - well - I was becoming a grown-up, BUT

One evening some friends were going to Cloud Nine under Vauxhall Bridge - the older children will remember that it used to be a trance venue - and I decided to stay straight.

During the course of the evening, having a cup of tea, I was chatting to an Australian gentleman, who was enthusing about absolutely everything in a way that will be common to all who go to such shindigs - he was off his noggin on a good disco biscuit and was gurning away like a spazmo catching G.

During a near-soliloquy on the skills of the DJ, I heard a rather loud CRRRACK! and he stopped talking, and started rooting about in his mouth with his tongue.

Finding what he was looking for, he gave me a broad grin, and I stared in horror at the front tooth he had split clean in twain.

He spat the other half into his hand, looked at it, threw it away, and carried on enthusing about the DJ.

"Oh dear Christ", I thought, "You cannot feel a thing, and you are going to wake up tomorrow in a world of pain".

Don't do drugs, kids - if only out of consideration for your audience.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 10:33, 4 replies)

that place was such a hole
haha...I went there a few times. Do you remember the cleaning lady they had in there circa 2000'ish? Dressed like a goth who used to get mashed up on pills. Probably about 40'ish. Not something you would want to wake up with in the morning. She was pretty handy with a mop though.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 10:57, closed)

Fond memories of those arches
Particularly the hot-tub filled with naked rave chicks...

*Sigh*

I know, POIDH...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 11:02, closed)

Never encountered her?
I do remember one time sitting topless and spilling tea down myself onto my crotch. Deciding to dance it off, I realised the large wet patch wasn't doing me any favours, so borrowed a friends lipstick and wrote on my stomach "VVV TEA NOT WEE VVV", which, surprisingly, didn't do me any favours.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 11:08, closed)

Hot tub? Naked rave chicks?
You must have had some good shit!!
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Wed 4 Aug 2010, 16:04, closed)