Electric Six
I saw them in the Patti Pavilion in Swansea with a few really good friends of mine. Awesome gig, and the beer was flowing freely. In the crowd was Bez of the Happy Mondays, who was playing a DJ set elsewhere in the city later on that night. After the gig, we went up to him to say hello. My friend Leah (who I had a huge crush on at the time) got a picture with him and we all said we'd be going to his DJ set later on in the night.

Saying goodbye, we headed for the door. Full of energy and having a great time, and having just met Bez, famed for his moves, I did a bit of freaky dancing across the floor, which was covered in beer spilled during the gig.

With six friends around me and the girl I wanted beside me, I slipped on the wet floor.

All went into slow motion. My legs flew out to my right-hand side, upwards and outwards. Reacting franctically, I turned towards the floor, arms out. My left hand contacted the floor first. It planted firmly. But not for long. As my weight began to act on it, it slipped. My right hand contacted just as this took place, but it was too late. Facing a rapidly approaching, beery floor, I believe I had just enough time to get the words "Oh shi-" out before I faceplanted.

A solid THUD echoed around the emptying room.

Two seconds of silence passed.

"Ow." I said.

It began. Leah, her face a picture of shock half a second before, cracked into a grin, which quickly became a picture of utterly gleeful yet guilty hilarity. She let out a snort, which became a giggle, which became a guffaw, which became peals of laughter. Everyone else around me followed, although some also came over to help, still laughing.

I never did shag her.
(cypherspace is not a toaster, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 19:56, Reply)