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HighRoller wrote:Well if you insist..

This is going back a few years so I can't totally vouch for its accuracy but as I recall finally found the right hotel (this was still only mid afternoon) but then had considerable trouble opening the room door. In such a f***ed up state that for five minutes I assumed the hotel owners had changed the locks just to mess me and
Eventually tried the key the right way up and passed out for several days (ok about two hours in reality) Got up
with everything still spinny spinny. Lurched over to Bluebird and got into a bong-off with an extremely loud and patriotic bunch of Rutgers students. Won 5-4 but not without personal cost
By now shaking, white as a sheet and a vocabulary of about 3 words, which fortunately included shaorma.Took my dubious dinner down to the Vondelpark and passed out again.

Wake up unharmed but in darkness and the increasing knowledge that from the sounds and shapes around me that I'm slap bang in the middle of a gay cruising area.

Magically find an unsmoked spliff, and make a discreet if unsteady exit, confident that the pungent garlic sauce I have consumed would be enough to repel all comers. Retreat back to (correct) hotel and sleep for many many hours.

And from that day I have led a blameless life without sin ( ok maybe a bit of artistic license here)

So endeth that particular tale. I've got a london based one involving a boat party, belarussian drug dealers, bagleys nightclub and faulty sat nav but we'll save that for another time...

treetop wrote:

HighRoller wrote:Well if you insist..

This is going back a few years so I can't totally vouch for its accuracy but as I recall finally found the right hotel (this was still only mid afternoon) but then had considerable trouble opening the room door. In such a f***ed up state that for five minutes I assumed the hotel owners had changed the locks just to mess me and
Eventually tried the key the right way up and passed out for several days (ok about two hours in reality) Got up
with everything still spinny spinny. Lurched over to Bluebird and got into a bong-off with an extremely loud and patriotic bunch of Rutgers students. Won 5-4 but not without personal cost
By now shaking, white as a sheet and a vocabulary of about 3 words, which fortunately included shaorma.Took my dubious dinner down to the Vondelpark and passed out again.

Wake up unharmed but in darkness and the increasing knowledge that from the sounds and shapes around me that I'm slap bang in the middle of a gay cruising area.

Magically find an unsmoked spliff, and make a discreet if unsteady exit, confident that the pungent garlic sauce I have consumed would be enough to repel all comers. Retreat back to (correct) hotel and sleep for many many hours.

And from that day I have led a blameless life without sin ( ok maybe a bit of artistic license here)?

So endeth that particular tale. I've got a london based one involving a boat party, belarussian drug dealers, bagleys nightclub and faulty sat nav but we'll save that for another time...

You sir are my hero.

Alo wrote:I need to know about bagleys
I loved a united dance

HighRoller wrote:

Alo wrote:I need to know about bagleys
I loved a united dance

Hah yes they were good times

However to tell that particular jackanory would involve me having to implicate myself in several quite specific criminal offences which even amongst the annonymity of the internet strikes me as not the smartest plan...

However I recall a time when I was so out of it on a mushrooms and iceolater double that I thought I should act like an Old Testament preacher and walk through the RLD to tell people to take as many drugs as possible as long as they promised to be creative and use the effects to create sensational music literature and art. Fortunately my mate (marginally less f***ed) persuaded me to confine my polemic to the coffeeshop I was in. I talked to the couple at the next table at length but I could see they weren't getting the message. Sinners.
I turned to plan b instead which was to drink a f***ing harvestful of orange juice and come down with a mellow morroccan black.

HighRoller wrote:

Alo wrote:I need to know about bagleys
I loved a united dance

Hah yes they were good times

However to tell that particular jackanory would involve me having to implicate myself in several quite specific criminal offences which even amongst the annonymity of the internet strikes me as not the smartest plan...

However I recall a time when I was so out of it on a mushrooms and iceolater double that I thought I should act like an Old Testament preacher and walk through the RLD to tell people to take as many drugs as possible as long as they promised to be creative and use the effects to create sensational music literature and art. Fortunately my mate (marginally less f***ed) persuaded me to confine my polemic to the coffeeshop I was in. I talked to the couple at the next table at length but I could see they weren't getting the message. Sinners.
I turned to plan b instead which was to drink a f***ing harvestful of orange juice and come down with a mellow morroccan black.

djreign wrote:

HighRoller wrote:

Alo wrote:I need to know about bagleys
I loved a united dance

Hah yes they were good times

However to tell that particular jackanory would involve me having to implicate myself in several quite specific criminal offences which even amongst the annonymity of the internet strikes me as not the smartest plan...

However I recall a time when I was so out of it on a mushrooms and iceolater double that I thought I should act like an Old Testament preacher and walk through the RLD to tell people to take as many drugs as possible as long as they promised to be creative and use the effects to create sensational music literature and art. Fortunately my mate (marginally less f***ed) persuaded me to confine my polemic to the coffeeshop I was in. I talked to the couple at the next table at length but I could see they weren't getting the message. Sinners.
I turned to plan b instead which was to drink a f***ing harvestful of orange juice and come down with a mellow morroccan black.

Yes I had a brief business relationship years ago with one of the part owners and got VIP'd a couple of tomes. Nice enough bloke but dodgy as f***
Bouncers had free reign for shakedowns and sellbacks.

Haven't been in years not my scene these days
:

Absolutely loved Bagleys....united dance, slamming vinyl, future dance, so many great nights there. Although a fair few bad ones too. I remember having a load of joints taken off me at the door and all my pals losings their other recreational items. Only to get inside and buy them all back again. The bouncers there were bastards.

Another time, a pal got dragged from a cubical with a bouncer yelling he was taking pills. He wasn't, he'd been having a dump. Bouncer threatened to strip search him if he didn't give it up. Pal told him just emptied out and the bouncer was welcome to have a look. Unsurprisingly he didn't bother. My poor pal then got a slap from someone in the jungle room.

As I say, so many happy memories.