Paul Bleasdale was good, i liked his choice of plastic and his mixing was not too shabby. But i'm well glad i didn't pay fucken $30, some of my friends payed $40 to some scalping bitch on the night. I liked the outdoors garden thing. Just carpet on the floor but comfortable and outdoorsy. I still can't believe they had a cigarette stand out there and girls walking around with those cigarette trays, 50's cabaret lounge style.
But i have to say where's the fucking spirit people?
For one thing the promoters made peeps pay what i thought was a hugely inflated price to see one dj, and put us all in a room with basically four wall, a few stairs, a door, a stage and about 2 bouncers. Very basic. Basic lighting. Sound was good, not too loud, and after 1am they put the tunes thru from the dex to the Fuel bar speakers.
Secondly what's up with every mofo trying his/her hardest to scam all the money they can out of anyone. I ran out of conage and failed in my lacklustre attempt to buy more for the night. Hence i got craving in there and being wizzing hard, i started asking random peeps if i could buy a cone or two. After a while i found someone willinf and he gave me 2 cones and wanted fucking 2 bottles of water for them. WTF? I couldn't really be fucked arguing so i just acted dumb and polite and obliged the bastard. It was nice of him to spare the weed, he only had a little, but fuck, (buttfuck?) that's a scammy deal. So i sat down with my fuck all cones and two seconds later this guy sitting next to me goes 'i've got a foil'. So i say 'fuck' and ask to see it. My god it was the smallest foil i've bought since i was 14 and bought from the guy 247th from the grower.
Maybe it's just the cone smokers that are dodgy, maybe i was just unlucky, but take me back to mid 90's please.