Adventure night out

There's a film on telly about a couple having an adventure night out. It reminded wife, who in turn reminded me of an adventurous night out we had once.

We were young and daft (early 20s) and had just moved to Sheffield together. We'd only been there about a week and decided to check out the night life.

Having got half cut on the main drinking strip, West street, we decided it would be good to go to a club. However we had no idea where was a good place to go. I came up with the idea of finding some students, and asking them. Students, after all, are usually easy enough to spot in any city.

We found a pub that looked just the right level of trendy for students to be in it. You know the kind, unusual enough to be cool, but not so out there as to be intimidating. In we went, and sure enough there were all the kids in their late teens trying to look individual at the same time as blending in. We got a pint each and sat down at a table while we pondered our next move.

A couple, about our age, and definitely not students, asked if they could share our table. Of course we let them, and we got chatting. They said they too were new to the city and were trying to find the best club, so we pooled our efforts.

Somehow we ended up with 3 students in our company, one of whom had heard a rumour about an amazing club, but wasn't sure where it was. We ended up with 3 more people on our quest.

Through lots of random enquiries, and more strangers joining us, we set off on a lengthy trek to find the club which by now we new was called, The Unit.

As we trekked down deserted roads, through a building site, and into a run down trading estate, we lost, through various lame excuses, the more nervous members of our new mob, leaving just the wife and I, one student of increasingly doubtful sanity, and the other couple. I must admit I was starting to wonder if I'd foolishly allowed myself to get set up for a nasty sting. Just as I was positioning myself in a between wife and the others, hands out of pockets, eyes sharp ready to fight at no notice if things turned nasty, we spotted the queue.

Half an hour later we were inside some old factory that had been crudely converted into a hardcore rave club. It took me back a bit to my raver days. There were people waving glow sticks, people wearing gas masks, and someone jumping up and down blowing a whistle, all while the techno music banged out at 180BPM. I accidentally banged into another lad and knocked his drink all down his designer top. I apologised but put myself on guard fully expecting a battle, but instead he hugged me and dragged me to the bar to buy me a drink.

As the night progressed, we decided we should aim for the city centre, and ended up in the Leadmill, with the other couple. The Leadmill, being a bit more laid back, was ok for chatting (loudly). After talking for 10 minutes to the lad, I suddenly became aware that the other couple had a plan. They had deliberately separated my wife and I so they could talk to us separately, and the nature of the conversation was very, erm, interesting, but at the same time sad. The lad was telling me, with eye contact, that he and his missus really want a baby, but he can't give her a child. Without asking me anything, he was saying that they are so desperate, they would even let someone else do the deed, and expect nothing at all in return, etc etc. I found out later that my wife had got on so well with his wife that they had exchanged phone numbers.

I'm pleased to say that nothing became of it. I played dumb and didn't take the hint, and when I told wife later, she just ignored her phone for a few days. The whole night out was really surreal. Oh, and The Unit later became host to the legendary Gatecrasher for a short time, before strangely burning down.

So come on, lets hear of your impromptu adventures.

 

Blimey Dave, don't think I can top that one.

 

Neither can I Dave - a very interesting night out
Have you still got her phone number ? I am free this Wednesday
Did you have a good holiday Ziggie - good to see you are back.

 

Cheers Harry, still off on one, lovely sunny day in Devon, off to a honey farm in a bit.

Still trying to think of a night out to equal Dave's but can't think of anything legal

 

Leadmill, now I feel old , I'm sure none of my nights out could possibly beat that one

 

You're not going to tell me the Leadmill isn't there any more are you?

 

I have not been down town for years but I'm sure its still going, ya know it's going to bug me know so I'm going to have to find out

 

Yeah, Its still going strong

 

That was quick

What was the really dodgy club called, you go down some stairs to get to it, off one of the side streets between West street and the other main road that the cop shop is on. I think somewhere near the Walkabout?

 

Is it Basement ?......Paris ?

 

Neither of those ring any bells. I've asked the wife, and now she too is stuck in the 'name the club' conundrum.

What's worse, is now she's caused me to remember that there were two more we frequented, and again I can't remember their names. One was purple, on the main road from town towards where Staples is, and one that I can remember nothing at all about except that it was upstairs

They say nostalgia's not what it used to be. I wouldn't know, it seems I can't remember

 

Oh, I remember the Corporation, on the corner of Bank street. Its all coming back to me now

 

Oh this is not good, you and your wife, me and my sister

 

I remember rebels, in fact i remember having to be carried out, not due to drink, due to mate knocking me unconscious