Right where do we start. A certain club up north in the UK which remain nameless where a girl went out to celebrate her birthday. Her dad didn’t trust the company she was keeping so followed her there and kept an eye on her from afar. The bartender sees this older guy watching this young girl throwing shapes on the dancefloor and sidles over to him and says, “you like that girl, I’ll put her to sleep if you want.” Cue a punch in the face and one barman spending the night looking at bars instead of serving behind one of them. Priceless.
Paris Hilton and Ronaldo. Bucket please…
The story about a US club band trying to make it on the way to a gig in New York where the drummer was, erm, how shall we put this, was hanging out of the Limo window with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand shouting to passers by. And then a truck zoomed by and took his head off. Love that.
The act who have had five UK Top 10 hits who, whilst playing main stage at one of the biggest festivals the world, their drummer got a little bit over excited and shat his pants.
The three famous UK DJs during the Big Beat era blowing cocaine up each others arseoles. Largin’ it…
Walking into The Hacienda’s toilets back in the day when Park and Pickering ruled the roost and witnessing a guy licking the toilet seat in need of a jump of coke. Dad, when will you ever learn?
Graham Gold.
I’m sorry. In today’s day and age, all these shootings and stabbings inside a nightclub is just atrocious. The murders at Zest in Ipswich, Mango in Reading, Cage In Dundee – I could go on and on. What I want to know is this; are the security at these sort of places in on the drugs sold and just let anyone in, are they just thick as shit or are the people searching people coming in related to Stevie Wonder? Shameful.
In a club with Dirty Vegas’s Paul Harris who was, let’s say a little drunk, and tried to push his way to the front of the queue. Let’s just say he didn’t try and push his way to the front of the queue at A&E after getting a bottle smashed in his face by someone he’d tried to beat to the bar.
Being on the dancefloor at Streetrave in Ayr back in the 90’s and jumping around to K Klass when all of a sudden a guy in a long black leather coat pulls out a four foot machete and takes a guy’s arm off in front of me. Well, that killed the buzz.
