My first visit to Sheffield in 1989...
...to visit a pal at University here, involved a lengthy car journey from Felixstowe, a huge traffic jam, and the consumption by myself of four cans of Special Brew and a bottle of Strawberry Wine, all meant for his party the next day.

Needless to say, by the time we got there it was getting late and we were already very very drunk so went straight to meet him at the Leadmill, at about 10pm. I wasn't feeling too er... jovial, so just got myself half a pint of cider to sober up with. Within 10 minutes of getting in there I got the spinspundizzys so very very bad, and headed straight for the bogs.

God knows how I made it there but once I did wasn't going to leave - after emptying the entire contents of my stomach, and probably loosened a few internal organs, I collapsed with my arms around the rim and my head resting in the bowl. I fell asleep. Only to be woken at 2am by a bouncer kicking down the bog door at closing time. He picked me up by the scruff of the neck and threw me out the back door. Luckily my pals had waited around for me. Aah, bless. Fuck knows how I would have survived the night otherwise. *Shudder*

So, I spent the first four hours of my first ever visit to Swinging Sheffield lying in a pool of my own sick clinging onto a toilet for dear life.

I didn't come back again until 1997. And I've stayed here ever since. Must be something to do with the quality of the public toilets. And yes, I do frequent the Leadmill for the odd gig or two. But never get drunk and always go home safely on the bus.
(martianrobot, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 16:55, Reply)