Nick Burke wrote this in 2003 when he was 21 and lives in north Manchester Here Nick reveals his typical Saturday night with Becker
Limbered up and ready to go: fine wine, fine music and of course fine girls. I made a special effort with my stretching exercises determining to dance the night away and enjoy myself to the full. Dancing for several hours, chatting to the ladies and downing a few pints I almost managed to forget about my condition. All was going according to plan. That is – until I went to leave the dance floor. My impressive moves suddenly paled in significance as I just about managed to shuffle away. My back had ‘gone’. I’d obviously over done things.
The following week totally unfazed I once again spruced myself up, a dab or two of Cool Waters after shave, hair in place, quietly confident that my exercise regime of the preceding seven days would prevent a re-occurrence of the previous Saturday night. I danced and danced and danced, a pretty young lady was suitably impressed and we stole a passionate kiss.
Yes it was certainly turning into an excellent night. No mishaps – yet!. The DJ’s dulcet tones heralded the end of a near perfect evening. Saying my goodbyes I headed for the door. Bang – without warning I fell to my knees. Two friends helped me back on my feet but down I went again. Three burly bouncers began their approach, faces set in a grim scowl. Again my friends hoisted me to a near standing position, an arm around each of their shoulders they dragged me to the door explaining to the disbelieving doormen that I had bad legs. This explanation had to be repeated for the wary looking taxi driver to allow us into his car. Of course I saw the funny side of things – you have to. But I dread to think what the young lady that I had spent a good deal of the evening with must have made of this scene!
Well it’s nearly Saturday again – I’m looking forward to it. No doubt it wont be incident free but I wouldn’t miss it for the world.