Sunday 17th August 2003
The Crane was severely suffering on Sunday. The weeks escapades had caught up on him and he was more of a dodo, in fact probably not as lively if you call being stuffed in a museum lively…oo-er perhaps it is haha!
Doogal, LiloMatt and myself took to the waves for the foreseeable future…I could get used to this kind of lifestyle….hammering it at night like the world was going to end and then slobbing on Air Force 1 all day, basking in the baking daylight heat 8) . Some sea dog kept releasing the valve on my steed, stupidly thinking I’d take off like a harrier jump jet only to find that I’d take on water quicker than a couple of Sumos having a romp on a waterbed. Releasing a valve doesn’t turn a bargain basement lilo into a multi-million pound powerboat you fools….although I have to admit the thought had crossed my mind a few times….I blame the heat . Speaking of which, the luxury p0rn yachts kept us entertained for a few hours as wealthy old crusties “entertained” their ridiculously young maidens aboard their floating love vessels! A stray fishing boat casually set adrift and threatening to mow down any unsuspecting lilo sailor only interjected the serenity of the day. Fortunately we made an emergency formation, avoiding any such catastrophes. Perhaps it was the ants from room 108’s toilets joyriding again.
Nothing much happened that day to be fair. With no Ivans on the menu, it was the usual banter, mini-golf, tea and occasional b.itch. The evening kicked off in fine style at the Bay Bar, sax on tap and sun kissed soulful house ahoy. We sauntered over to Bar M for more corking tunes – Praised cats seemed to be this years pre club record as it was being spun everywhere…defo not complaining as it’s always a winner. The Blue rascal brigade were flying high and by the time we got in Eden for Judgement Sunday, the pair of them had reached orbital proportions. One of them was on a one-man whirlwind of a snog mission, a sort of horned-up Tazmanian Devil with lips. He was the human buffalo, as if anyone of the other pilots went anywhere near a female he’d be steaming over to scupper or eat their face off! I spoke to one girl who’s jaw seemed to have a life of it’s own….I asked her if she knew what she’d looked like and she thought she looked fine. Well the pilot who stuck his tongue down her throat said it was like kissing a cow chewing the cud. Nuff said. The music was harder than your average funk, which again being in the funky room was a tad disappointing . I had been going on all week about not going to Judgement Sunday in favour of We Love Sunday’s at Space but due to last years being a fantastic event we’d decided, if not unanimously to go to Eden. Ah well, Space would have to wait till tomorrow. Plump Dj’s were the hardest in that room that night, like Leroy a bit too break beat for me. A Judge Julie look-a-like entered the fray at the time he was supposed to enter the funky room. Complete with tight t-shirt, gold chain and yellow-lensed wrap around shades he certainly did look the part. People were pointing fingers and being a bit star struck. Was he a decoy as the original was late?
JJ finally strolled in 20mins later surrounded by his entourage. It seemed to take him an age to get started and to be fair I can’t recall him spinning anything of note.
I’d heard him in the main room spinning Devil worshipping Hard House and this seemed to reflect in his set in the funky room. Far too hard, not enough substance. He also seemed to be pre-occupied with some muppets wanting to shake his hands every five minutes. Roque, the fantastic Sax player joined him in the booth and unsurprisingly did himself proud even though the set was still relatively fast. Daniel Kelly replaced the Judge after what seemed no time at all (No it wasn’t because it was “that” good it just wasn’t a long time) and the tunes slowed somewhat. Now you’re talking . The Black n White Pumas started to smoke so much so, some girls took photos of my feet and then me!!!! Very odd…was it foot fetish night or was it that my feet can move some? If you took those photo’s I’m intrigued …..Shake it made an appearance as did Shout. To close the night, he slipped on Finally by Kings of Tomorrow and the small but packed room erupted….was it the tune or that a few of the Lashed girls made an appearance…..could have been a mixture…..I know it sounds a cheese ball antic to drop that tune at the end but if you get that reaction, it’s fully justified in my opinion….. A brief walk home followed at the end of the night; thankfully no dodgy cigarettes had been consumed this evening as last year. I was content to be going to bed with my faculties in some kind of order.
The Crane was severely suffering on Sunday. The weeks escapades had caught up on him and he was more of a dodo, in fact probably not as lively if you call being stuffed in a museum lively…oo-er perhaps it is haha!
Doogal, LiloMatt and myself took to the waves for the foreseeable future…I could get used to this kind of lifestyle….hammering it at night like the world was going to end and then slobbing on Air Force 1 all day, basking in the baking daylight heat 8) . Some sea dog kept releasing the valve on my steed, stupidly thinking I’d take off like a harrier jump jet only to find that I’d take on water quicker than a couple of Sumos having a romp on a waterbed. Releasing a valve doesn’t turn a bargain basement lilo into a multi-million pound powerboat you fools….although I have to admit the thought had crossed my mind a few times….I blame the heat . Speaking of which, the luxury p0rn yachts kept us entertained for a few hours as wealthy old crusties “entertained” their ridiculously young maidens aboard their floating love vessels! A stray fishing boat casually set adrift and threatening to mow down any unsuspecting lilo sailor only interjected the serenity of the day. Fortunately we made an emergency formation, avoiding any such catastrophes. Perhaps it was the ants from room 108’s toilets joyriding again. Nothing much happened that day to be fair. With no Ivans on the menu, it was the usual banter, mini-golf, tea and occasional b.itch. The evening kicked off in fine style at the Bay Bar, sax on tap and sun kissed soulful house ahoy. We sauntered over to Bar M for more corking tunes – Praised cats seemed to be this years pre club record as it was being spun everywhere…defo not complaining as it’s always a winner. The Blue rascal brigade were flying high and by the time we got in Eden for Judgement Sunday, the pair of them had reached orbital proportions. One of them was on a one-man whirlwind of a snog mission, a sort of horned-up Tazmanian Devil with lips. He was the human buffalo, as if anyone of the other pilots went anywhere near a female he’d be steaming over to scupper or eat their face off! I spoke to one girl who’s jaw seemed to have a life of it’s own….I asked her if she knew what she’d looked like and she thought she looked fine. Well the pilot who stuck his tongue down her throat said it was like kissing a cow chewing the cud. Nuff said. The music was harder than your average funk, which again being in the funky room was a tad disappointing
. I had been going on all week about not going to Judgement Sunday in favour of We Love Sunday’s at Space but due to last years being a fantastic event we’d decided, if not unanimously to go to Eden. Ah well, Space would have to wait till tomorrow. Plump Dj’s were the hardest in that room that night, like Leroy a bit too break beat for me. A Judge Julie look-a-like entered the fray at the time he was supposed to enter the funky room. Complete with tight t-shirt, gold chain and yellow-lensed wrap around shades he certainly did look the part. People were pointing fingers and being a bit star struck. Was he a decoy as the original was late? JJ finally strolled in 20mins later surrounded by his entourage. It seemed to take him an age to get started and to be fair I can’t recall him spinning anything of note.
I’d heard him in the main room spinning Devil worshipping Hard House and this seemed to reflect in his set in the funky room. Far too hard, not enough substance. He also seemed to be pre-occupied with some muppets wanting to shake his hands every five minutes. Roque, the fantastic Sax player joined him in the booth and unsurprisingly did himself proud even though the set was still relatively fast. Daniel Kelly replaced the Judge after what seemed no time at all (No it wasn’t because it was “that” good it just wasn’t a long time) and the tunes slowed somewhat. Now you’re talking . The Black n White Pumas started to smoke so much so, some girls took photos of my feet and then me!!!! Very odd…was it foot fetish night or was it that my feet can move some? If you took those photo’s I’m intrigued …..Shake it made an appearance as did Shout. To close the night, he slipped on Finally by Kings of Tomorrow and the small but packed room erupted….was it the tune or that a few of the Lashed girls made an appearance…..could have been a mixture…..I know it sounds a cheese ball antic to drop that tune at the end but if you get that reaction, it’s fully justified in my opinion….. A brief walk home followed at the end of the night; thankfully no dodgy cigarettes had been consumed this evening as last year. I was content to be going to bed with my faculties in some kind of order. 
. Half an hour later, half cooked I strode out into the street with nothing but my towel to greet the party boy. It was emotional IO can tell you. The Brain has that effect you see. We must have given him literally 20 mins to get readybefore we headed off to Bar M. You could tell by merely looking at his face that he had caught the Ibiza bug even in such a short space of time. He was just loving it as he soaked up the atmosphere. He was amazed at how classy the place was as he'd imagined the whole place to be some kind of sh1thole 
. Considering the amount of I'd consumed I felt comparitively sober, which made a refreshing change. The main room seemed pretty darn funky but there was only one place we had to go. A place where we feel most at home - unsurprisingly, the funky room. Smokin Jo was on sensational form with all the favourite deep funk tunes being tossed through the air with casual arrogance. The fan from a jumbo jet cooled our every move as we set up base camp at our usual perch to the top of the stairs directly under said fan. If that wasn't there, I do not think I could have lasted an hour let alone the 7 or 8 we were going to endure. The tribal element made everything just pass so quickly as though we were being carried along with the music through the night. Obviously the Brain vanished after an amazing 5 minutes of entrance. Rose Jnr informed it was ok as he was in good hands....HugMatt was with him!!! 
