Those were the days
Me and my mate had some fair old times on ‘rugs, but at one stage we became fairly obsessed with “disco biscuits”. Now I’m talking every weekend here. And 5 or 6 at a time.

We did some very odd things back then, when clubbing really was clubbing, chicken used to really taste like chicken, and granny was a lad. Ok, it was the late 90’s, early 00’s then.

We used to go to the same place virtually every weekend in Derby – Progress.

Our addled brains thought of some fairly weird stuff to take with us, do and dress in, including…

* Flashing trousers
* Pokemon T-Shirts bought from woollies for kids aged 4 or 5 years old
* Spiked hair with pipe cleaners and glowing fishing floats
* Face paints
* A wooden spoon and set of spatulas
* Super Car Top Trumps
* Big photocopied money

But by far the oddest thing we ever took with us, were two, sit on, pedal powered, tractors bought from Toys ‘r’ Us which we proceeded to ride around on.

Everybody wanted a go. Well, almost everybody. Those that didn’t, probably wanted to beat the crap out of us.

After the night was over, we’d then drive home down the dual carriageway, sometimes at speeds reaching 20mph.

I’m a lot older and maybe wiser now, so I don’t touch ‘em at all. They haven’t affected me in the slightest. Now what was I saying. Aaah, yes..

Me and “Crazyhorse” were legends.
(Bertie Dastard Wax on, wax off, Thu 15 Dec 2005, 13:03, Reply)