Nightclubs
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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Harken back to the days before the internet...
"Oh be quiet, Grandpa! There were no such times!"
Actually little one, there were indeed such times! We used dial-up modems and connected one-at-time to a computer in order to use its message forum software.
It was during these days that a number of people whom knew each other only loosely via this very primitive medium, decided to congregate in our fair city and partake of spirituous liquors.
Quite a motley bunch, only one chap who was underage and we promised to ignore him and let him try and bluff his way through the gatekeepers. We head up to Lucy's, a den of iniquity that I suspect no longer trades. The notable feature of Lucy's is that it was below street level and had a staircase that wound down through 180 degrees to take you to the entrance of the club.
*group looks at chap in the wheelchair*
*wheelchair guy looks sheepish*
*stairwell looks nonchalantly at group*
*4 beefy men including myself take one corner each of the wheelchair*
*wheelchair guy is depostied safely at the door of the club*
*crowd cheers*
5 of us got in for free \o/ Everyone else had to pay the $10 cover charge!
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 5:41, 5 replies)
"Oh be quiet, Grandpa! There were no such times!"
Actually little one, there were indeed such times! We used dial-up modems and connected one-at-time to a computer in order to use its message forum software.
It was during these days that a number of people whom knew each other only loosely via this very primitive medium, decided to congregate in our fair city and partake of spirituous liquors.
Quite a motley bunch, only one chap who was underage and we promised to ignore him and let him try and bluff his way through the gatekeepers. We head up to Lucy's, a den of iniquity that I suspect no longer trades. The notable feature of Lucy's is that it was below street level and had a staircase that wound down through 180 degrees to take you to the entrance of the club.
*group looks at chap in the wheelchair*
*wheelchair guy looks sheepish*
*stairwell looks nonchalantly at group*
*4 beefy men including myself take one corner each of the wheelchair*
*wheelchair guy is depostied safely at the door of the club*
*crowd cheers*
5 of us got in for free \o/ Everyone else had to pay the $10 cover charge!
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 5:41, 5 replies)
Pah
You'll be saying next that one time 286's were the height of techno-loggy.
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 7:37, closed)
You'll be saying next that one time 286's were the height of techno-loggy.
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 7:37, closed)
when we all know
vacuum tubes were the peak of sophistication. All this transistor bollocks will never catch on.
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 10:07, closed)
vacuum tubes were the peak of sophistication. All this transistor bollocks will never catch on.
( , Thu 16 Apr 2009, 10:07, closed)
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