I then got wind of another warehouse party just down the road with some better drum n bass so i gathered an army and off we went... whilst walking to the other warehouse i realised that cocaine makes people talk complete shit about shit and sometimes reveals the inner-homosexual... the people who im refering to will know and its such a shame they didnt come to the other warehouse with us....
So we finally get the other warehouse manage to blag the geeza on the door so we dont have to pay.. get in and theres about 20 people in the dnb room, we venture round find another room playing techno (oh dear) and a small bar. Two cans of Carlsberg for £3 so we werent complaining. TNT and Vytol played a pretty dope set some big jump up tunes. Cemtex was up next with a nice rolling selection mixing in a few classics. Shortly after on jumps some pilled up geeza in a wifebeater who's mixing wasnt too great and his selection wasnt much better... We wondered round and found a load of old fire extinguishers, to our joy they worked so we went and terrorised some people in the corridor with them. Next we found some light bulbs or as we named them "light sabres" we had a few battles until they all shattered. Realising the clocks had gone back and we had another hour to wait before the busses i chatted with cemtex about the dnb scene in general and how annoying lynx's new tune is... he seems to disagree.
7:30 came I walked back into town got a mcdonalds breakfast and fucked off home to bed!
Pix:
High rankin was a bloody mess (literally) some nasty tunes though:
Warehouse was rammed at this point:
Outsiders:
Ruby wasnt as impressed:
Karl (dont watch the sleeping guy):
She was wielding a chain-saw all night:
Warehouse #2:
Cemtex in control:
Techno Room:
The set up:
Gurnability (Pills are bad):
A comical chain of events occured after the bald guy hoovered the lines:
(no introspective):
Last man standing (well sitting):
I dont condone the use of Class A substances, nor do I take them!
Paix
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