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After one of our crossovers dying the day before, your's truly crashing the van into a poor woman's car and not getting any generator leads, we really should have stayed in a watched Jonathon Woss. But no, after a trip to Croydon in the morning, blagging random builders and getting a bit stressed we got there in good spirits and ready to have it.
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| Everyone set about there tasks. We had a lovely little chill out room with double-glazing, carpet and amusing road-signs, liberated by the previous occupiers of the building. We had the bar area with a DJ booth, perfect cure for stopping tranquilised crew members from climbing over the equipment, and somehting to keep the DJs happy with. The barman set about getting his stall out, all was well in the Psychosis camp. |
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Wahey, twister and uv switched on, system starts up, lights go off and the party starts, we even made a door to keep the heat in. We all get ourselves installed and ready to go for the freezing night ahead. A few cars wander past, then, about 10.45, in come our first punters. They chuck their donations in the bucket (well 3ft Coke bottle) and we got a bit of a rave goin on. Good show chaps. |
| Then, bzzzzzzzzzt bang. One Crown K2 amp blows up. There goes our mids. That could have been sorted, quick trip up the road and we can swop it out with a nice Mackie piece. Walk out the door, what do you see. A pair of Her Majesty's finest walkin up the path - "Who's in charge here, what do you think youre doing? There's gonna be no party here." The rest is a rather annoying piece of history. I'd just like to say thanks to the b*****ds (and b***h) on the night for being so reasonable and getting in to the festive mood. I hope something really unpleasant happens to you all one day. |
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