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Post by Chumbles on May 28, 2020 9:37:13 GMT
I've raved in Manchester. I've raved at Manchester United. |
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Post by Wee Jock McPlop on May 28, 2020 10:09:48 GMT
I spent all my money on clubbing and drugs in the UK so had nae cash to go to Ibiza/New York/Rimini etc. Would have liked to have gone to Ku &or Sound Factory. Still want to go to Barbarella's in Croatia.
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Post by MrTiddles on May 28, 2020 10:12:30 GMT
I went to the Ministry of Sound once. It was shit.
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Post by RollingEscargot on May 28, 2020 10:19:43 GMT
Pretty sure I went to the Hacienda once in the mid-90s. Not a patch on Clatty Pat's and the Citrus Club. Not that I actually clubbed, I just wanted to keep drinking.
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Post by Sheep2 on May 28, 2020 10:29:41 GMT
On a brighter note I've been checking the NHS death stats to 27 May.
The local NHS trust is winning by a mile.
1) University Hospitals Birmingham 904
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2) Barts 594
3) Everyone else
For comparison Barts serves about 2.5 million people. UHB serves about 1.5m
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Post by dakylosaurus419 on May 28, 2020 10:30:58 GMT
Why are we wasting our time with all this track and trace and vaccines when we could be building a massive USB stick to offer protection to the whole town of Glastonbury??
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Post by dakylosaurus419 on May 28, 2020 10:36:17 GMT
Its probably because we'd need a really massive computer to plug it into. I haven't thought this through.
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Post by crankcaller on May 28, 2020 10:38:16 GMT
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Post by Chumbles on May 28, 2020 10:54:10 GMT
Nightclubs are the pits. Absolutely awful. Agreed. Like the meat markets in Aylesbury town centre - full of folk of a variety of sexual orientations variously looking for a fuck, drugs and/or a fight and there are safer places for all three, where you can at least talk, and hang on to your wallet without risking an epileptic seizure. 'Music' in, Chumbles out. Witty repartee? To borrow a joke from the 70's, it runs along the screamed lines of "Hey*, do you fuck?" "Yeah, you smooth-talking bastard." And why go to a place to drink overpriced rotten booze which I can't enjoy while jigging around in a cramped space trying not to cripple someone with my size 11s, whilst losing my hearing, my wallet and my will to live. If you wake up in the morning feeling as though you had died face down fully clothed on your bed with a motion triggered nausea so profound you know if you move your head you will be vomiting for 12-18 hours - worst of all, when a stray rational thought makes it's way into the cavern of agony which was once a rational mind, you realize you can't remember anything past 11 p.m. ... no recollection of booze, how you got home etc... and then a horrible thought occurs and in a moment of panic you get the double whammy of seeing more than just your clothes... "God, I hope it's female and human" you move your head, catch sight of a red bra (why do women who want to get laid wear red or black underwear) and the motion triggers a rush to the bathroom where you find a flabby backside unappealingly raised while the head that it belongs to is engaged in moaning and dying in your bog... so by a monumental effort of will you direct your attention to the sink...  It's the ultimate lose-lose-lose situation: 1. You've spent a fortune and don't remember spending it; 2. If you or the individual you slept with got any enjoyment out of the drunken fumblings that accompany prodigious quantities of powerful crappy booze it would be a miracle akin to the First Coming; 3. if she's nice she'll hate both of you, if she's not she'll either want to do it again and/or marry you.** If you have any kind of sense you'll avoid nightclubs like the plague. *It was "Hey Sheila, do you fuck?" "Yeah, you smooth-talking bastard." and foolishly deployed by me at an Aussie house party in Earl's Court. **Worst case was when someone said at 5 a.m. "I want your baby". More sobering than a gallon of black coffee. And in the interests of full disclosure on another occasion the femme after one such an impromptu, drunken fumble started telling all her colleagues that she heard wedding bells. |
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Post by crankcaller on May 28, 2020 11:00:46 GMT
TBF yes the meet markets are still like that. But also TBF you can have experiences the total opposite of that. I'm not going to gush like a hippy talking about the 60s but some of the best inclusive, friendly, life affirming almost religious experiences I've had have been in nightclubs. Most of my proper long term friends come from or were involved in clubbing. Groups of arseholes out for just a shag or fight after 12 pints didn't have to be the be all and end all.
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Post by Sheep2 on May 28, 2020 11:04:10 GMT
full of folk of a variety of sexual orientations variously looking for a fuck, drugs or a fight
I don't think those options are always mutually exclusive. Certainly not in some of the clubs I've been to.
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Post by Sheep2 on May 28, 2020 11:09:26 GMT
TBF yes the meet markets are still like that. But also TBF you can have experiences the total opposite of that. I'm not going to gush like a hippy talking about the 60s but some of the best inclusive, friendly, life affirming almost religious experiences I've had have been in nightclubs. Most of my proper long term friends come from or were involved in clubbing. Groups of arseholes out for just a shag or fight after 12 pints didn't have to be the be all and end all. Most life affirming moment
Followed closely by this and this. |
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Post by Ozymandias Kane on May 28, 2020 11:11:50 GMT
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Post by Chumbles on May 28, 2020 11:29:58 GMT
TBF yes the meet markets are still like that. But also TBF you can have experiences the total opposite of that. I'm not going to gush like a hippy talking about the 60s but some of the best inclusive, friendly, life affirming almost religious experiences I've had have been in nightclubs. Most of my proper long term friends come from or were involved in clubbing. Groups of arseholes out for just a shag or fight after 12 pints didn't have to be the be all and end all. Those were obviously kinder times where you were - in the 70s in Central London there were some truly terrifying places; but I have never been in a more threatening place than the Imperial Hotel, Helensburgh. That was Scotdipcon in Rhu and this was our Saturday darts outing. Back then I and a group of friends went there. I was already pissed and made the mistake of vacantly staring into middle distance when a ginger haired squat brick shithouse knuckled his way off his stool, stuck his face in mine and said "who ya lookin' at, Jimmie?"... I bought him a drink by way of apologizing for my existence. At the darts board we were told it was for the locals and to fuck off if we wanted to walk out of there. Meanwhile, at a small table a husband and wife were going at it hammer and tongs, eventually descending into a bloody fight... I didn't know whether I could safely intervene, but they took it outside after the barman threatened to bar them. When the doors opened we caught sight of four police vans and a lot of fuzz preparing for the 10 p.m. closing time... pissed as we were we could read the runes. We left at speed. It was desperately grim. |
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Post by cobblers on May 28, 2020 11:31:50 GMT
full of folk of a variety of sexual orientations variously looking for a fuck, drugs or a fight
Somehow makes me think of that line from Bigshot. I came home... late. What could I say to my wife “Darling, I’ve been beaten up again“? Let’s face it, she’s credulous as hell. |
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Post by cobblers on May 28, 2020 11:33:02 GMT
TBF yes the meet markets are still like that. But also TBF you can have experiences the total opposite of that. I'm not going to gush like a hippy talking about the 60s but some of the best inclusive, friendly, life affirming almost religious experiences I've had have been in nightclubs. Most of my proper long term friends come from or were involved in clubbing. Groups of arseholes out for just a shag or fight after 12 pints didn't have to be the be all and end all. Most life affirming moment
Followed closely by this and this. I’m disappointed none of those are Bounce by the Ounce |
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Post by Sheep2 on May 28, 2020 11:52:07 GMT
GMP once refused to let me leave the scene of a brawl. They were stood in a big long line outside the Etihad.
I did not want to be involved in the obviously upcoming fight*. They said I could not go out of the area back to the car.
Nice officer though. He was polite about encouraging me to get into a fight.
10 seconds later it all kicked off with a large group of Blues fans crashing in to the Mancs and GMP. Fortunately none of our fans or po-po hit me. I did notice GMP were more interested in fighting than arresting people.
I was able to do a shirt right up and hide that I was a Blues fan to get past po-po once it subsided.
* I had known for a couple of hours this was going to happen. I had seats in the middle of a group of our fans some of whom were pretty well known from wanted posters. I knew some of them by sight as well.
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Post by Chumbles on May 28, 2020 11:52:40 GMT
TBF yes the meet markets are still like that. But also TBF you can have experiences the total opposite of that. I'm not going to gush like a hippy talking about the 60s but some of the best inclusive, friendly, life affirming almost religious experiences I've had have been in nightclubs. Most of my proper long term friends come from or were involved in clubbing. Groups of arseholes out for just a shag or fight after 12 pints didn't have to be the be all and end all. Most life affirming moment
Followed closely by this and this. Birmingham City's record vs Arsenal in the Premier League | Matches | Wins | Draws | Losses | BC vs A pts | | 106 | 23 | 33 | 55 | 102 vs 198 |
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Post by Felice Landry on May 28, 2020 12:00:19 GMT
I know now why I get a cab back after shopping instead of walking up the hill.
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Post by scubar on May 28, 2020 12:01:12 GMT
Well I’m glad my watching a tv show about drugs and dance music has allowed some of you the chance to reflect on better times. However, it’s become clear that some of you need help. More help than can be provided on an online forum. Professional help. Like Léon professional.
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Post by stxdpr on May 28, 2020 12:15:42 GMT
Does anyone know the furlough rate for drug dealers or are they an essential or key worker?
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Post by Sheep2 on May 28, 2020 12:18:56 GMT
Twat Birmingham City's record vs Arsenal in the Premier League | Matches | Wins | Draws | Losses | BC vs A pts | | 106 | 23 | 33 | 55 | 102 vs 198 |
That's First Division as well as Premier League. Our poor record v Arsenal is one reason why I was so pleased. Also it is the only proper trophy we have ever won at Wembley and the only proper trophy in my lifetime. When you have done the Double multiple times and gone unbeaten a whole season you might not fully understand quite how much one trophy means to us. It could have been against anyone. It was great to beat a proper big club tho. |
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Post by Sheep2 on May 28, 2020 12:21:13 GMT
Does anyone know the furlough rate for drug dealers or are they an essential or key worker? 80% of earnings up to £2,500 a month. You have to pay PAYE on it tho. Plus you can't earn any money during that period. |
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Post by Sheep2 on May 28, 2020 12:25:15 GMT
Chumbles
You should have gone for the Jan 2003 game at St Andrews.
Probably the best I've seen any team play.
0-4 to Arsenal.
Henry and Bergkamp were unplayable.
A privilege to watch. Even though we got thrashed.
We didn't even play badly.
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Post by amipal on May 28, 2020 12:27:10 GMT
I only went to clubs to pull, and only ever did the once. Mostly because I only had eyes for a friend who didn't feel the same way. Wasted years...
Good memory. Hadn't thought about that in a while.
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