Am I a big gayer???
- Thread starter MiniMarc
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hhaha nice one , on a side note watched abit of russel brand on piers morgan's sham of an interviwe show. still got time for the guy personally but most of my mates hate him
I think he is funny saw a couple of his comedy shows
Johnny Vodka
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^this could have aged better.
Buckley
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Now I've looked at the date @MiniMarc 's original post, I'm surprised he wasn't a regular in Vauxhall by then. Loads of us Spotlighter straight 'uns (and the Spotlighter gayers too) often spent Saturday or Sunday mornings in Fire or the other one up the road (?), in the early 2000s and while MM was likely in the (not quite as brilliant
) 2nd wave of London Spotlighters, it surprises me he was new to Vauxhall's delights in 2011?
Could be that there were less morning clubs in the earlier 2000s so with less choices, we went where was open i.e the gay clubs, found they were great and went back? I know Saturday mornings were pretty much gay clubs only back then, bar the odd one off.
) 2nd wave of London Spotlighters, it surprises me he was new to Vauxhall's delights in 2011?Could be that there were less morning clubs in the earlier 2000s so with less choices, we went where was open i.e the gay clubs, found they were great and went back? I know Saturday mornings were pretty much gay clubs only back then, bar the odd one off.
ugh. don't miss those days. Mondays and Tuesdays (and some Wednesdays) sat at my desk, questioning life choices, then did it all again the weekend after. Why?
The Sun God
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^this could have aged better.
Too true. Such a whopper
*Re morning parties, oddly never did Vauxhall in daytime. Was all KX or Hackney for me. Wrote this feature about those years if you missed it. So much I could've added.. really miss bumping into likes of Robert Owens, Boy George, Mr C, Lisa Loud.. at dirty morning rave dens. Magical, irreplaceable times. You never knew if people were gay or straight at those parties and never really cared either. Drugged up freaks just seemed to defy labelling
kimajy
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Great feature. Seeing as you mention Jaded, a bit more recently than 2011 @MiniMarc and I went together once on a rare London hookup and ended up at their then current venue in Southwark. I've now forgotten the name of the venue
. Proper institution. It was great.Things got a bit twisted if I remember right and I think that was the occasion he walked the streets with me for hours after a pizza reviver - me charged by panic and adrenalin at losing my car in London AGAIN ... only to randomly discover it parked opposite the Crown Court after quartering the area in the days before 'findmycar' apps were a thing. A vague recollection arose on finding it this is what I'd done - but buried so deep beneath what had happened since then there was no prospect of having recalled that connection sooner.
If ever there was a bittersweet moment epitomizing the juxtaposition of relief with intense anxiety and foreboding, a stark warning to temper recklessness that was definitely it ! I had a truly terrifying trip home up the M40.
Dalston became one of the last hideouts as gentrification marched on relentlessly. I danced on tables in a converted disused space in an office block on the opening night of the London Olympics as the fireworks went off in the distance at a night organized by Joe Hart - in through the back door and up in the lift. It was bizzare but absolutely buzzing, as far away from the spectacle, formality and conformity as you could hope to get that night.
World Unknown with @MiniMarc under an IBR industrial roof, (me) shirtless by the end in a proper sweatbox drinking in Andy Blake's glistening vinyl drops from Guerilla Records' back-catalogue, the antidote to commercialized clubbing factories of the dwindling supply of licenced clubs, was a beautiful experience that will always live in my heart - unlike some nights at Ministry or Fabric (though on others I had a great time at both). The 'squat lock-in' which followed is what the other side of London is really all about.
I've never lived in London, but dipped in and out of it since school days. So never been immersed in any one 'scene' there. But I've happily experienced a few, originally led by both the music and people I've met along the way. And life has been richer for it.
The Sun God
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Great feature. Seeing as you mention Jaded, a bit more recently than 2011 @MiniMarc and I went together once on a rare London hookup and ended up at their then current venue in Southwark. I've now forgotten the name of the venue
Things got a bit twisted if I remember right and I think that was the occasion he walked the streets with me for hours after a pizza reviver - me charged by panic and adrenalin at losing my car in London AGAIN ... only to randomly discover it parked opposite the Crown Court after quartering the area in the days before 'findmycar' apps were a thing. A vague recollection arose on finding it this is what I'd done - but buried so deep beneath what had happened since then there was no prospect of having recalled that connection sooner.
If ever there was a bittersweet moment epitomizing the juxtaposition of relief with intense anxiety and foreboding, a stark warning to temper recklessness that was definitely it ! I had a truly terrifying trip home up the M40.
Dalston became one of the last hideouts as gentrification marched on relentlessly. I danced on tables in a converted disused space in an office block on the opening night of the London Olympics as the fireworks went off in the distance at a night organized by Joe Hart - in through the back door and up in the lift. It was bizzare but absolutely buzzing, as far away from the spectacle, formality and conformity as you could hope to get that night.
World Unknown with @MiniMarc under an IBR industrial roof, (me) shirtless by the end in a proper sweatbox drinking in Andy Blake's glistening vinyl drops from Guerilla Records' back-catalogue, the antidote to commercialized clubbing factories of the dwindling supply of licenced clubs, was a beautiful experience that will always live in my heart - unlike some nights at Ministry or Fabric (though on others I had a great time at both). The 'squat lock-in' which followed is what the other side of London is really all about.
I've never lived in London, but dipped in and out of it since school days. So never been immersed in any one 'scene' there. But I've happily experienced a few, originally led by both the music and people I've met along the way. And life has been richer for it.
Yes!! World Unknown was the real deal.
You might mean Corsica Studios (Elephant), one of my fave rave dens BITD
I remember the place with the lift round the back too!
It’s all a blur now though. It’s nuts how i’m now a tourist there.
kimajy
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Yes I think that was the place ... it was bang on the money. Even queueing to get in was like rolling it back to the '90s.
It's nuts how your mind starts to mix up the order of things and forget the name of places that were so significant to you at the time. Getting old and wish I'd written more down at the time !!
I've not been to London now for about 7-8 years. The music and those raw experiences are probably the only thing about the place which drew me there. Any other visits were as infrequent as possible and demanded by work !!