Was thinking about these on the way in to work today.

I've had some great times in queues waiting for an allnighter to start. Some even had their own microcosm of the venue.

At the 100 club. You could guarantee Simsy and his pals Cliff and ??? sorry cant get his name, they'd all be at the front. Trickster would be working the queue. Walking back to front, but always near the front when the doors opened.

Obviously the best nights would be in the summer when the ladies in their bras would be doing their charity midnight walk.

I also have fond memories of the queues outside the Oddfellows. One night a group of guys picked on a couple of young mods on the other side of the road. And the queue emptied and chased them off. At Hinckly the queue used to go around the corner and there would always be the same lad from North of the border doing a good trade on marching powder.

At Stafford we'd pose and try to look cool as all the nightclubbers were ending their night, as we waitied for either the downstiars or upstairs rooms to start allowing us in.

I never went to Wigan, but the queues up there are pretty legendary.

Anyone have any interesting stories about this part of our scene?

The KGB in Sheffield. Sat in the Car Park, Terry from Barnsley with an old Dancette playing whatever we had bought to the assembled crowd. Doors opened and unless the weather was shit we would probably sit there for an hour or 2.

Don't care what any old timers say on here but NOTHING beats queuing up for 25 minutes on a Tescobank phoneline waiting to talk to someone when yer credit card company has bounced a payment authorisation in a store. And then the silly anti fraud questions that they insist are designed to protect me - when they are really protecting themselves! Sorry for hijacking yer thread but I couldn't resist it!

Wigan queues legendary.

What a very British topic

  On 20/12/2012 at 13:47, Premium Stuff said:

What a very British topic

Glad you waited in line till post 4 to answer Richard.No pushing at the back.!!

One of me Frank Wrights fell off in the crush of the non-membership queue @ Wigan (your feet sometimes left the floor and you kinda got carried in) - I had to wait ages before I could get out and rescue my flattened slip on.

Edited December 20, 201212 yr by Barry

Remember one of,if not the first times i went to the 100club on me tod. Was young+so nervous bout queueing,let alone going in,so i went off strolling round the back streets to pluck up some much needed courage. Anyway,bout 20mins later,i'm back on Oxford St getting nearer the club and a cop car stops next to. A policeman winds down his window and says to my terrified self 'so young man. What are you upto walking round the backstreets alone at this time of night'?! They'd been tailing me for 20mins and i didn't have a clue! I guiltily explained the situ',they let me go,and i finally DID get into the nighter and had a fantastic time!! Carl

  On 20/12/2012 at 13:47, Premium Stuff said:

What a very British topic

Oh yes. I'm very quintessential.

"Top hole" old chap!

I hate queueing for anything these days

Richard

Edited December 20, 201212 yr by Premium Stuff

Two friends of mine got plastered at the Hamburg Soul Weekender and carried on drinking after 7 am..... armed with a couple of cans the spotted a queue and thought well ..don't know what they are queuing up for but it must be good....after 40 minutes it was their turn but no fancy goods or a lovely aftershow drinking club was on offer.....but tickets for a good space at a very popular fleamarket caused all this mayhem.... well they bought two good spots of 2 meters each for the following week at the local fleamarket ;)

..it could have been worse I guess when ya randomly queuing up ;)

Edited December 20, 201212 yr by viphitman

The Ques wating to get into Garage City in Vauxhall were brilliant. We'd neck half a Dove and half a wrap of gear as we drove over Vauxhall Bridge. By the time we got to pay i used to be all sorts of trouble..

What about queing at the services to pay for ya full english (all items paid seperately) and eating the sausages and bacon before you got to the check out.

Edited December 20, 201212 yr by gordon russell

wiating the queue at the casino with my wife at the time geezer working his way down the line says to my wife "do you want some gear" to which she replied

" no thanks have brought some clothes with me " oh how we laughed , then we got divorced ! , bit extreme i thought

Scariest Queue was deffo Major Lance @ Hinckley.

cannot remember queueing at wigan as a box full of kiplings cakes was a bit like a disney fast pass in them days !! but have had a right laugh waiting to go in the wheel recently & the catwalk show walking pass is jaw dropping !!

Can remember queueing outside Salisbury pub in Scarborough bank holiday weekends. Talking early seventies here and we'd all be outside and Bub and his mates would walk to the front of the queue jangle the room keys to the guy on the door and walk straight in. They were the only ones that could afford to stay there. Happy Days