| Not mine, but I was there and felt bad...
I worked at the local pub/club/hotel on breaks from college either working behind the bar or DJing. Over the xmas period things got really busy as they'd have lots of xmas meals in there and people on company dos, getting especially rowdy when it was a free bar.
As part of the xmas layout, each sitting would get the usual cracker, party popper and the like, but we also used to have "snow balls". These were little balls, about the size of a golf ball, made out of cotton wool but with a slightly harder coating so you could throw them around. Basically this saved the punters throwing roasties and sprouts around!
Most parties ended at 1 or 2 am and then there would be the massive clean-up operation to get the function room cleared down. This place is massive - seats upto 450 and could hold 750 when used as the nightclub part - so it used to take forever to clear tables, get the glasses through the washer and move the tables out of the way so the cleaners could come along and do the rest. This obviously took some time as well.
However, to make this job a bit more interesting, we used to take the ice buckets, which by this point would just be full of water, and put a load of the cotton-wool snow balls into. You'd then retreat to a safe distance, usually behind a table or some chairs, and let fly a volley of wet snow balls at another worker. We all used to have a great laugh and sometimes things got a bit heated as getting smacked in the head with one of these was quite painful. Even the (young) manager of the place, who was also the owner's son, used to join in.
Anyway, early one morning after a particularly late night, we were still clearing up and started throwing them around. One of the other guys, Glenn, was standing at one end of the function room and the manager, Mark, was at the other end about 100 ft away. Glenn threw a really sweet little shot right at Mark, who ducked just in time before it hit his head. The only problem was that having missed him, it then smacked right into the middle of one of the emergency fire alarm switches, breaking the glass and setting off the alarm.
We had some very ****ed off hotel guests, who had been in bed for all of an hour, queueing up in the car park outside in the freezing cold for 30 minutes until the fire brigade would let us all back in.
Fortunately the boss was a good bloke and we all had a laugh about it!
Then there was the time, at the same place, the police turned up because we'd been watching some late-night porn on the big-screen tv in the bar while clearing away, and someone had spotted it from outside and rang the police...
Or the time the control panel in the dj box went haywire, turning all the disco lights on at once...
Or when one of the mesh covers from a speaker suspended from the ceiling came off and fell on a clubber, hitting him smack in the head. But I knew the guy and didn't like him, so that was ok...
So many stories about that place...  | 
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