Clifton hall, trying to find the venue (3 of us in a MK3 Cortina). when suddenly a naked woman ran into the road (true story)... we stopped, she jumped in, no questions. we panicked, the woman started to put her clothes on, when a gang of bikers came out of a house, running towards us. we booted it out of there down the road, she composed herself, clearly shed been attacked, not sure to what extent. finally we asked if she was ok, to which she replied she was. THEN she asked us where we were going, we said Clifton hall, to which her response was, to jump out of the car whilst it was still moving. that spooked us then, still vivid now.
another time,. Brit club, waiting for the train to wigan oldies anniversary. i went downstairs to the toilet, when i was approached by some big meat head, determined i was gonna buy some gear off him. i was persistent, but he was getting quite aggressive, when suddenly , the door burst open, knocking him over and the bouncer giving him a good hiding. we got out of there, straight on to the coach.... which incidentally was on a snowy january. we made progress north, to see a sign that said "Wigan 10 miles". the coach driver was worried coz of the snow and decided to pull over at a phone box. a few minutes later, he returned to the coach to tell us that we were turning back. believe you me, we weren't impressed. that was until a big Notts miner type bloke, "insisted" he drive to wigan, or he would be thrown in the luggage compartment and someone else would drive the fu****g thing. needless to say, we got there.
anyway, thats my stories of dodgy nights. the 'Blockheads' on Crewe station, is for another day