Nothing like a good old fashioned stabbing...
I've always been a record collector and a couple of years back I used to do a bit of DJing in good old Wolverhampton (the shithole I call home). Anyway I used to mostly play old school 90's hip hop at a little bar tucked away down a side street; we always got a few studenty types dropping in and mostly we were playing to a couple of dozen people just vibing off the tunes and enjoying a yeasty beverage. We DJed for free beer and it was just a friendly arrangement.

Unfortunately the organisers decided that what the night really needed was some hardcore drum n' bass to be played alongside us in a room upstairs. The club was known for having a relaxed dress code and pretty soon Blazin' Squad-esque knobheads from the surrounding area began to descend on the place en masse. Thankfully most of them made a beeline up to the DnB room leaving us lot downstairs in peace.

We co-existed quite peacefully for a few weeks until one night there was some kind of big argument going on in the staircase. Next thing you know a massive surge of people come running down the stairs and out the back door. This is followed by a guy stumbling down the stairs clutching his stomach who proceeds to collapse about 1 metre from where I'm standing. It didn't take us long to realise that he'd been stabbed in the stomach by someone upstairs.

As you can imagine the night got shut down instantaneously... yet bizarrely drum and bass nights remained widespread in Wolvo, yet we could never find another venue for our chilled out hip hop night because the bar owners all said it attracted the "wrong type of crowd".
(bitchman contains mild peril, Wed 20 Feb 2008, 12:59, 1 reply)

wrong type of crowd ...
e.g. didn't spend enough money at the bar.
(haberman is singing in the changes, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 12:52, closed)