Rock city: mit rock
Some might say that the previous failed excursion to rock city was down to poor planning. Not I. I would say it was down the the lack of a rubber duck. Thankfully Bathgirl (don’t ask) was able to locate a rubber duck in the car park at the beginning of our second sojourn to Nottingham to go to rock city. Armed with the duck we found much rock. More rock than we could handle which is my Matt and I are barely able to move today. Ah, but we looked good on the dance floor and our rather energetic approach to NiN and the like earned us a nice space on the floor and some grudging respect from the normals who were there (either that, or they were mocking us, it’s so hard to tell).
Anyway, that’s not why we’re here. We’re here because of the girl who was dancing on the stage in The Rig. She was of slightly below average figure. With a slightly thinner waist, fuller chest and more toned legs she may well have made the leather dress and FMB’s she was wearing look good, but alas it just looked…well…average. She was also insistent in trying to dance like a lap and/or pole dancer. Which would have been great if she’d been any good at it. Instead she just looked ridiculous… but it was impossible to look away. There were suggestive moves with bottles, lots of writhing on the floor, lots of swinging about on the railings all of which looked almost exactly like a drunk girl trying to be sexy. Problem was: I don’t think she was that drunk! Next time I go (assuming she’s there again) I’ll try and video some of it so you can see it in all its horrifying glory. This time all you get is a picture of the rubber ducky, my pint of lemonade, Babs’ Stella and Bathgirls bottle of dog.
Bathgirl - Wwwwhhhhhyyyyyy? (1. you knew it was coming. 2, you wanted one of us to ask)
Is it because she’s had a bath? Or comes from the nicer town from out that way?
Action rather than place and, yes, I should have guessed it was coming but not I’m still not going to explain here. She is actually registered here as Bathgirl here
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Bottle of Dog. I miss things like that. It seems to come in pints here, though not pints as you’d recognise them, being short but somewhere in the region of 95ml (even when you can find a bar that sells mroe than 12oz glasses).
get on a plane, you could join us for the next sojourn out there (slated for the weekend of the 13th) and get a bonbon. Can’t say fairer than that.
The duck looks far too young to be in such a place. Was his/her ID checked?
We snuck the duck in to the club in someone’s pocket. We didn’t purchase it any alcohol though so it’s ok.
If as Dom speculates the duck IS mandatory for a good night then one may need procuring for the 13th… Can I assure Nanook that the duck was an orphan we rescued and that a drop of drink didn’t pass it’s bill all night? ( It’s now been found a good home by Babs & Matt’s youngest son.)
The NIN induced crcule of respect we found ourselves in on the dancefloor still remains a source of amusement. But possibly not as much as watching Dom & Matt attempt to move the day after. Stangely the women seem in better shape….
BG
p.s
As for the netnick…I’m sticking with the Dom line on this one…LONG story
Can we bot recycle the duck from last time?
I dont know if recycling the duck counts as cheating?
The duck is in safe hands and has now had a bath.
Don’t know if you would have much luck getting it out of the house now, micky thinks it is his.