I worked on the doors for years one night I had a night off and and went into one of the clubs that I worked in, as I went through the entrance I missed the step and fell flat on my face. There was a new/stand in door staff working, I picked myself up and walked in unchallenged, I wouldn't have let me in
Getting further away from the original post but just one more story about falling over whilst visiting pubs -
Visited London during the eighties (by train) with the same mate who stumbled over at Scallys . Had spent the day in the pubs around Soho and about half ten decided it was time to head to Paddington to catch the train home . Walking along a deserted Seymour Street between Oxford Street and the Edgware Road this mate decided a call of nature was in order . One side of the street was lined with the rear of the buildings which fronted onto an adjacent road so he disappears up the path at the rear of one of these buildings .
I`m stood waiting for him in the middle of the empty street when I hear a crash of breaking glass from the direction that he had gone . I walk over to the rear of the building where he had gone and found that in the dark he had stepped onto a glass basement roof and fallen about twelve feet into the basement below .
There was a faint light from a bulb which was on in the basement and through the broken glass I could see him walking round in circles , obviously dazed , although I think an old pram had broken his fall .
Eventually he stopped walking round in circles and wandered off in a straight line out of view.
So I`m thinking this is just great , he`s probably trapped in there and I`m going to have to contact the police or the keyholder or someone in order to get him out .
Whilst I`m sat there thinking about all this he suddenly reappears walking down the road - he managed to get out of the basement , and found that cleaning staff were leaving the building so just followed them out , and walked around the block back to where I was.
By the time we got to Paddington the last train to Bristol had gone , police were walking around moving on people dossing there for the night , but then we were offered a lift on a mail train which got us as far as Reading , and then had to wait for about five hours on a freezing cold platform till about five thirty in the morning for the next train back to Bristol.
It was so cold I spent most of the time in the gents pressing the hot air hand drier every thirty seconds or so to try to keep warm (It was February) . Back home in Bristol I heard on the news that a few hours later that day some guy was stabbed to death in those same toilets.....
This same mate of mine also fell over once walking into a fish and chip shop.
Sorry to wavey davey for all this.
BTW Terry , saying you worked on the doors , you wouldn`t have happened to know Richard McGann (not sure about the spelling) , who worked in Bristol would you ? - Just wondered.
