Farewell to Laughtons...
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mrphY'know, I'm gong to miss that place. It was too hot, the ceilings leaked, the floor stuck to your feet... but somehow, twice a year, it was magic. Lots of memories, not all of them good.
Mark S disputing last orders and almost getting a bunch of us kicked out. Lee Chaos on the dancefloor, hamming it up to Wuthering Heights. "Your trousers - two camels?!" Ordering takeaway pizza for delivery to the queue. Elaine accidentally hooking a random goth.
Lying in a broken heap in one of the booths, back in April 2000, having discovered (the hard way) that I shouldn't touch taurine. Cuddly toy snakes. Bat attacks. Dave H in a basque. Simon sharking along the bar, aided and abetted by t-shirt slogans.
The Whitby shuffle. Dancing my age in songs. Ending a weekend with an exhausted, too-tired-to-even-argue breakup, of sorts. Too much Irish Rover. Confusing the overseas visitors (Carter USM and Zodiac Mindwarp didn't quite make it to the USA, it seems).
A dancefloor riot that caused 'Holiday in Cambodia' to skip so many times that Sexbat eventually gave up and declared defeat.
Ant dancing to YMCA.
Nellie.
...and looking around on a packed dancefloor, suddenly realising that at least half the people dancing were folk I knew and counted as friends, even if I only saw them a couple of times each year. That's what made it special.
Mark S disputing last orders and almost getting a bunch of us kicked out. Lee Chaos on the dancefloor, hamming it up to Wuthering Heights. "Your trousers - two camels?!" Ordering takeaway pizza for delivery to the queue. Elaine accidentally hooking a random goth.
Lying in a broken heap in one of the booths, back in April 2000, having discovered (the hard way) that I shouldn't touch taurine. Cuddly toy snakes. Bat attacks. Dave H in a basque. Simon sharking along the bar, aided and abetted by t-shirt slogans.
The Whitby shuffle. Dancing my age in songs. Ending a weekend with an exhausted, too-tired-to-even-argue breakup, of sorts. Too much Irish Rover. Confusing the overseas visitors (Carter USM and Zodiac Mindwarp didn't quite make it to the USA, it seems).
A dancefloor riot that caused 'Holiday in Cambodia' to skip so many times that Sexbat eventually gave up and declared defeat.
Ant dancing to YMCA.
Nellie.
...and looking around on a packed dancefloor, suddenly realising that at least half the people dancing were folk I knew and counted as friends, even if I only saw them a couple of times each year. That's what made it special.
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Date: 2011-02-08 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-08 09:19 am (UTC)I think my fondest memory was crowd surfing to Two Tribes, the year I returned with Colin. My nose just skimming those concreate beams
And another time dancing so hard, Berric rushed me out at the end and i threw up. I was stone cold sober as i was driving !!!
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Date: 2011-02-08 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-10 08:18 am (UTC)