Imagine this – dingy warehouse in Vauxhall, non-stop 70’2 & 80′s music, roller skates, lots of lycra, silly wigs – sounds just like a 12th birthday at the Fun Factory in Melbourne. But wait because I am now well over 12 they also give you beer! Whoo! What a brilliant idea drinking while on wheels! Makes a small mokery of the drink-driving notion as you hurtle round. But goodness it was a laugh.
I only had one but oh so spectacular fall. There I was going along, carefully avoiding the carnage that can only be expected and my back wheel was clipped by wonder woman or it could have been the girl in the fluro pink tutu either way….. I felt my wheels slide from under me, into the air and I landed with precision, right onto my coccyx. Thud! And this is where the alcohol comes in – genius – it would have hurt a whole lot more had it not been for the beer.
This morning though and without the benefit of the numbing effects of alcohol my tail bone kills and I wish they had also issued me with a pillow at the door!
