Even in 2000, there was a rock club (RIP, Rockworld), in Manchester that I went to - I used to get in at 17, and started getting IDd in my 20s. Most of the people in there, around that time, were totally fucked. Some amazing nights of people dancing away, at 5am, to the hardcore and drum and bass they used to play for the ones on pills. No one ever suspected us rockers to be insanely obsessed with ecstasy, and love. If you'd been in that club, and seen the toilets full of people lying on the sinks, and chewing their eyebrows, you'd understand. I miss that. It's a fucking Tesco Express now!