The Eltham party thread reminded me, of some good 'uns.
I'll start :-
We were drinking in The Crown, Blackheath and my mate had a party in his 2nd floor flat in the Village (Bennett Park) after.
Some other guys, who we weren't over friendly with, from The Crown, gatecrashed, as you do.
Anyway, the party was rocking and I recall someone from downstairs coming up and complaining, because their ceiling was falling in.
It quietened down a little, but then got back to the same heights.
My mates and I "threw" the gatecrashers out, so on the way, they threw a metal dustbin lid, through the window of the downstairs flat.
The police arrived and I was trying to tell my mate (whose flat/party it was). He was totally pissed lying in the middle of the floor.
He was swearing big time about the police and that he didn't care and what he'd say/do to them. They were standing right over him :-)
Priceless, but obviously you had to be there.
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I found out some girl was giving blow jobs :-)
Big house of a girl in my year at Crown Woods, good party until a load of gatecrashers turned up and smashed up the house and a lot of people too. Ended up getting bottled on the head and a number of stitches.
carnage, don't remember how I got home, just waking up in bed next to a traffic cone.
Still, pulled worse after a night in the venue....
He set light to his mattress, woke up pissed, opened a window and threw it out.
It landed on a flat roof, unbekown to him & he went back to sleep. The smoke poured into the house.
They all woke up about 7am, going mental, thinking the house was on fire. It wasn't it was just the smoke, although, he did scorch the landing wall, where he dragged the mattress along.
We were playing at Upton Park, would have been a few months shy of my 16 birthday at the time (we beat Bristol City with a late Simon Webster strike). We was all in the Queens before the game and my best mate said he wasn't doing the journey back after the game, he was going the other direction to his mum's at Grays as his step-brother (year or two older) was having a party. Got on alright with his step brother, so phoned my mum from a payphone to say probably weren't coming home after football was going to back to my mate's mum's and mightstay the night, but i'll give you a call after the game to confirm.
Go to party, proper house party job with full-on DJ blasting out music and on the mike, walls and floor shaking etc. Out to impress, i'm proper jack the lad, all the jokes were coming off etc. End up upstairs in one of the bedrooms with this girl all of a sudden i've realised the music stopped and can hear what sounded like my name being called out. Knock on the door, "x, you in there? they want you downstairs".
Not knowing what's going on, go downstairs open the front room door, DJ goes "you x? Your mum's on the phone"
Had to stand next to the decks by the front window and have a take a verbal volleying off my mum because i'd forgot to phone her. People were literally doubling over with laughter, my credibility was absolutely destroyed!!
good ol mum...
Simon Webster - late volley winner, 3 days after my son born. Even I can't forget that.
sometimes you cant get it right whatever you do
(I know what you think I'm about to say.....)
she threw up over us, nice!
A party in Gloucester Road that Elton John turned up to. Weird.
Otherwise, as the song says, "You'll always find me in the kitchen at parties." :-(
The kitchen was plastered with varying spirits and so I decided I would try these varying spirits as I'd never tasted them before.
I poured myself a PINT of Southern Comfort, not realising spirits should be measured. My dad then found me, near passed out thinking I'd taken some kind of drug and called an Ambulance.
I can't drink Southern Comfort to this day.
Oh and great parenting dad. Had it been today, I'd be in the system!!! Ha ha.
Decided to leave & thumb a lift home to Blackheath. I'd had a few :-)
I thought I'd been gone about 20 mins, without success.
I returned to the party.
Party had finished & everyone had gone home, apart from the lovely Sue Jones, but then it was her parents' house.
Apparently, I'd left about 3 hours earlier :-)
as in if you can remember the 70s, you probably weren't there
Too many house parties to remember but one that really makes my toes curl is when i was staying at a mates in Orpington we were walking to her house late on a saturday and I discovered a house party a few doors down. We strolled in and I went straight into the kitchen where people were eating. I helped myself to a huge bowl of chilli con carne and rice and stood there talking to other guests. Once i finished I left after saying thanks to the host for the lovely bit of food. I was in my 30's so it wasnt like i was a youngster. Bloody stupid.
Later on in the evening one of the lads grabbed a couple of us and said come and see what I have done.
Er you have wallpapered his tele.
Yeah, why are you all looking at me like that for.
No reason.
There ain't no party like an S Club party
as the last people were kicked out at the end my mum said the immortal line of ' this is the behavoiur we'd expect from Dartford West not the Grammar School'
Pinned to the notice/cork board. Skewered on a radio aerial etc etc.
I was still finding them weeks later.
Looking forward to the reunion tour mate? O2 on the 16th May ;-)