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Went to the toilets at about 2:30am, did my business then went to the sinks. Washed my hands, and as I was drying them some guy started accusing me of knocking his pint over in the sink. He was really aggy, told him that a) there was no pint at the sink and b) if I had knocked over his drink, there would be an empty pint glass in the sink.
He didn't seem to get that into his head, so he decided to square up to me. "Security" come (i.e. students in staff t shirts, and the one proper bouncer they have who has ID strapped to his arm - total arsehole, I've had to deal with him before) and separate us. He leaves the toilets.
I then leave a couple of minutes later, just to give him time to shift off. Walk back through to the bar, massive punch to the side of my head catches me totally off balance, knocks me over into the corner.
It's the same guy again from the toilets, and another guy, holding me by my shirt, screaming in my face for money for another drink, punching me in the forehead/side of head. Just gave them the 2 or 3 quid I had on me; I had no chance of taking them on.
After that I thought fuck it, left the union and started walking down High St. Ken back home to Hammersmith. What total arseholes. I really do hate Imperial sometimes. The union is terrible. Insanely slow service (25 min wait, no joke), crappy bars, rubbish events, terrible DJs who just play one track after the other with no attempt at keeping a beat going whatsoever, and way to many guys to girls (I'd probably guess 8:1).
That's real bad :( My Mum is in a similar position at the moment - endless MRI scans, but the doctors haven't a clue.
I hope you're back on your bike soon.[/quote]
That is mega shit mate, get yersel' into an art school night out. Ratio is reversed, and pathetic behaviour such as that has long been bred out of art students. :) In fact i'll be sure to invite you to the next night we do. Good DJs, (i should know because i;m one of them), and more importantly good crack. (craic, not substance abuse.)