A vague recollection of events over the weekend of 18/19/20/21 January 2013
This probably won't be the most interesting read, there wasn't a whole load of scandal, mischief, or shagging. However, not for the first time in Spotlight's event reviewing history, there is a small story about someone not having packed the required items to clean his teeth...and a big story about massively overdoing it on a cocktail of drink and drugs, some unbelievable sets, good laughs with good friends, and some memories that'll stay with us for a very long time..
Friday
I'd gone to bed on the Thursday night slightly worried that we might not all get down to Bognor Regis the next day, due to the adverse weather. There were 6 of us coming from Southampton/Fareham/Portsmouth areas, and the 2 girls were heading down from East Anglia on the train. Norwich had already been hit with a load of snow, enough so that the girls were worried that the trains wouldn't be running at all. It turned out that they were, just slowly and with delays. I woke up to find it was snowing heavily, and well before it was forecast. On seeing a tweet from @BuggedOut saying that the site and pub would now open from midday, we decided it would be better to get down there ASAP and that the train was our best bet due to the number of accidents reported on the M27 and A27. A final check with National Rail enquiries before we left scuppered that plan - all trains between Southampton and Brighton were cancelled, so we loaded the car up and hoped for the best. I think we got lucky with the drive. It seemed that the accidents on our side of the motorway had all been cleared, and people were generally staying off the roads. People travelling in the opposite direction weren't as lucky, 10 mile queues, but bollocks to them, they weren't going to Bugged Out weekender! We got to Bognor in just over an hour, taking it easy and only nearly spinning the car a couple of times in the snow. We arrived at about 1.30pm, and were told we couldn't check in till 4, but the pub was open. That would be absolutely fine. We adopted a stranger on our way to the pub, she'd travelled separately from her friends, taken 3 hours to get from Portsmouth to Bognor, and her phone had died so she sat and drank with us, and used Facebook on our phones to locate her friends.
We sat in the pub until about 4, then went to check in and found our way to our 'Silver Room', which was located in the Favela closest to the main building. It turned out that that they couldn't differentiate between a 'twin' room and a 'double' room, and as the place was completely sold out, it appeared that myself and my mate Tyler would be sharing a double bed inside of a cardboard shack for the next 3 nights. Cheers! I honestly think a tent, or a collection of branches and leaves in the woods would've been as good for sleeping 2 adults, but never mind. We emptied the bin, filled it with cold water and dumped our 2 boxes of cider and bottles of coke in there to act as some kind of homemade refrigerator, grabbed a couple each and wandered off to find where my mate Mitch was setting up camp for the weekend. He was staying with 3 lads I didn't know, and they had all the drugs with them that we'd organised the week before. There were 4 of them sharing accommodation, which consisted of 2 of our rooms with a door kicked in between them. Anyway, we got to know everyone, cracked some drinks, put some beats on and got the party supplies out. I'm not sure how long we were there, we'd been drinking since the early afternoon and weren't at all holding back. At some point the girls made it to Butlins, and I remember taking my speakers, a bottle of Sailor Jerry's, some coke, and 2 grams of MDMA round to their chalet/cabin/box thingy, and from then it continues to be blurry. I know we had made a plan to be in to see Bicep at midnight, then Disclosure at 12:30, and I wanted to hop between Fake Blood and Dusky then back into the centre stage for Brodinski and Gessafelstein. Truth is, I have no idea what really happened. According to the girls, I took forever making up some bombs, we missed Bicep completely and just stayed in the centre stage straight though from Disclosure until the lights came up. There was a bit of drama when I convinced myself that I'd lost all the MDMA. At one point I'd used a hairband from one of the girls to strap it to a body part that doesn't get searched, because they were doing searches now and again going between rooms. Anyway, I went to get it out to do some more, and all I found was a hairband around my dick, which wasn't great. That led to a mass search of everyone's pockets, my socks and shoes etc, followed by me moaning for ages about what an idiot I was for losing the gear... And that was the first night - I'm fully missing the few hours between about midnight and 3am, I snapped out of it about halfway through Fake Blood's set which I thought was about level-par for him, and I'd pretty much sobered up by the time Brodinski and Gessafelstein started, and they were spot on. I think a lot of people had overdone it being the first night, the place was empty by the time the lights came up and I'd been up fully 24 hours and was completely out on my feet. The only remaining excitement that night was finding the missingf package, it turned up at 7am, under my pillow. No idea how that happened!
Saturday
Woke up at about 11am, head spinning, ears ringing, hung over but not on a comedown. Nothing that a fry-up can't fix. Myself and Tyler showered and got ready then headed out to find food. Buffet English breakfast and unlimited tea, coffee and orange juice for £6.50 - the stuff dreams are made when in that state. We both got some grub down us, dropped Mitch a text to see what he was doing, and he said to go round to their double box. Turns out that the 4 lads had all relied on each other for toothpaste, and they'd made do with Vodka and chewing gum, I pointed out that there was a shop on site they could probably find some in. We grabbed some ciders from our bin and went back round to find Mitch having breakfast. On the menu was pints of Gin & Tonic and lines of cocaine. I wasn't even surprised about this behaviour, he's an animal and it pretty much set the tone for the rest of the day. I wonder if his wife gave him a bollocking for raiding her Gin out of the booze cabinet... The rest of the day we just sat about drinking with the music on, chatting ****. A few of the lads from Mitch's room headed out to the pool party, but the rest of us decided against it due to the very real risk of drowning. When the girls finally got themselves up and moving, the 5 of us headed over to the pub to watch the end of the footy scores coming in and to have a few drinks, then back for showers and the usual few hours of drinking and getting stupid before it was time to head out. Plan for that night was to be in Reds at 10:30 for Ben UFO, then the centre stage for Chemical Brothers, Boys Noize, then was planning to stage hop for the rest of the night. Predictably, we sat in the shed for too long drinking and chatting, and only just got in the centre stage in time for Chemical Brothers, but what an awesome set! Shamefully, I'd never seen them before but wasn't disappointed. I was off my rocker on MD and loving all the classics. We all got split up through the night but were just bouncing round the whole place and meeting people, having a great time. One thing I really liked about the whole weekend was the vibe around the whole place. Just about everyone I talked to was sound as you like and having a top time. (I think) The Chems predictably finished with the Boys Noize remix of Swoon with Boys Noize to take over next, and another absolute beauty of a set. He killed it. I remember that we'd all found a central place to meet when people went off for drinks etc, so we actually all spent a decent amount of time partying together. The good thing about losing the gear the night before was that we'd hardly touched it and had loads of the stuff, and it was rocket fuel so we were all nicely spangled right through the night. I remember really coming up hard as he dropped Yeah, he was really smashing it and we were going mad for it. One thing I thought weird, or maybe I dreamt it, but I'm sure that Boys Noize finished with Swoon as well... not totally sure. Anyway, Erol Alkan next but that set just passed me by. There was an area near a bar just through the curtains from the centre stage that people had sort of taken it on themselves to make into a chill out area. It was right near where it was all happening but with loads of people sat about when their legs had gone, so we sat down with the girls for a couple of drinks and some sit down raving for a while. The rest of the night disappeared, I was ruined but stayed through most of Scuba's set, but can't remember much. Another REALLY good night though, Chems and Boys Noize were incredible and another night of raving with some absolutely top notch people. Took a few photos at some point, here's a couple of the better ones:
Sunday
I woke up at 10ish feeling absoutely ruined. Between me and the girls, we'd munched through the best part of 2 grams of MDMA and drunk a fair bit. Breakfast was not an option, so I walked through to Costa to get a few litres of coffee for everyone and called in on the girls to try to piece together the missing parts of the previous night. The girls went off for breakfast, myself and Tyler decided the only option was to man up and get back on it, so we went to the bar by the bowling alley to watch the football, drink a load of pints and eat crisps. Of course, it absolutely did the trick. Same evening routine - showers, get changed, pile everyone into a box room, put some beats on and get some drink and drugs down you. It was an early start on the Sunday due it finishing earlier, and I was massively up for the night ahead. The only thing I was annoyed about was that none of us had made any effort to sort anything for the 'Bugged Out Acid House Fancy Dress Party'. We got in on time this time - bang on 9pm for the start of Eats Everything's set. I was impressed how many people had made the effort with the Acid House get-up, loads of people looking really good and random **** everywhere. Eats Everything was spot on, and if the atmosphere on the previous nights were top notch, this Acid House party was ****ing ridiculous! So so good, everyone in there was having it and properly getting their groove on. This one the highlight of his set for me. As a closet DnB fan I was really loving his remix of Adam F - Circles, I got a great video of it going off when he dropped it, not sure if I can get it on here though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=166TQyzwl0A
I had been meaning to drag myself away to go and catch Weatherall and Smagghe in Reds, but Eats Everything just smashed it and Julio Bashmore was up next and we'd been dragged down the front with the girls. I didn't mind though, another very tidy set and I've really taken to Battle For Middle You, and as much as Au Seve is overplayed, it's still a top tune. Sometime after Maya Jane Coles came on I went through to Reds to meet TM78 and his crew, Blawan was on in there and smashing it. I was wrecked but think I managed some decent conversation with him and his lot...it was good to meet another Spotlighter for some partying anyway. I got a text from one of the girls saying she was ****ed and lost so off I went on a 1 man search party, I found her and we took on some more 'sit down raving' in the homemade chillout zone, and had a couple more drinks and got right in the mood for what would be the set of the weekend - Frankie Knuckles. If you were going to hand pick a legend of house music to close an old school acid house party, well you couldn't go too far wrong with that booking...just look on youtube! Absolutely class set, the last half hour blew us away completely and we were just stood there laughing at the end. 'Z' had turned up after a lengthy absence, with some bloke in all the acid house gear, both absolutely wrecked and covered in green paint, had myself and 'K' in fits over that, they just seemed really confused about the whole thing and all this silver paper falling out of the ceiling. Your Love, The Whistle Song and Strings of life all towards the end of the set, and that was the weekend done. Simply epic, and I hate that word, it's so overused!
It's really impossible to describe just how good the weekender was. Despite the snow, the cold, the **** accommodation, it was just so so good. Amazing bookings, sets, set ups, people, and the vibe about the whole place. I'd say I had a better time in 3 nights at Butlins than I did in 3 nights in Ibiza in 2010, and that was a good trip! We'll definitely be going back next year, and I bet there will be at least 10 more in our group because I won't shut up about it!
Pics on Bugged Out's Facebook, some really good ones if anyone fancies having a look! And get yourself down there next year for a great value few days of partying!
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10151389721844030.502498.22216944029&type=1