Went to Denton on Friday last with a couple of mates....excellent....but cos one of the guys said he'd always wanted to go to the Twisted Wheel (new to the scene) we left Denton around midnight.

Anyway the Wheel was packed. Great atmosphere and some great (if not same as last time) tunes.

Right at the death me and me mate are on the dance floor to the Wheel's regular ender Soothe Me. I'd told him about the clapping bit in the middle and how it would have the place 'fizzing' and so on.

I'm dancing right next to this 'man mountian' of a fella when just before that clapping bit this guy really forceably pushes this other bloke to the floor!!!!!

Don't know what the second guy had done but the big fella was fuming and ready to follow in!

Full of drink and 'dutch courage' I (along with a few other punters) put myself infront of said 'mountain' telling him it wasn't worth it, don't spoil your night etc.

Anyway luckily he left it and even more luckily he didn't belt me!!!

F**king spoiled a belting 'ender' for me though!!

Can't remember the last time I saw a fight at a soul do.

Anyone else seen any trouble at their do lately?

KTF.

Drew.

I've seen a couple of people 'escorted' out of the Marrs Bar and at the Dome there was always some tension when a few civilians turned up and danced with drinks but the only real fight i've seen was at Samanthas a while back between two women, pulling hair, the lot, on the dancefloor... After they'd been separated they still managed to find each other for round two.

At Wigan we usually had to run up Station Road chased by skinheads before reaching the sanctuary of the queue.

I don't like fights at soul dos, but i'm proud to hear of accounts where soulies 'defend the dancefloor' against the locals.

Two "ladies" brawling is not vulgar its art.........

just been directed to this interesting subject!!! early 70s i was the small bolshie little shit who "always "started on the biggest bloke in the room,yeah, leon i know you know this already ! went to see edwin starr at yate, i think it was pre the niters, during the show a local decides to put a mug in my forehead!! down like a sack of shit i went, carted on the stage, show stopped until ambulance arrived to take me to the vets for a couple of days, proud to say revenge was taken during my absence, one guy using a scaffold putlock!! about a year later im at an all day thing in bristol[funk city it was called then] waiting for said edwin for his show was tiresome as djs played shit, my vocal complaints resulted in me being asked to vacate, as i entered the foyer with my big new frinds helping me along , edwin walks in ,took one look at me and said "hey man! hows your head!!" before escorting me to the bar to buy me a drink,,, fucking priceless!!!!! its true the seventies were mad,, we would all be inside now,thank god ive grown up,a bit!!!!