Andy Bgpz <(Address removed)> said:
D J <(Address removed)> said:
Woah. Been a long time fella. How's tricks?
Pretty good - married, living in Canada, daughter turned 4 at the weekend, still trying to keep my hand in when possible (which may sound familiar to others here!) and occasionally nipping across to Blighty for a decent party. Anyone ever heading to Toronto/Niagara area and up for a pint, just yell. Anything further afield, am always up for an excuse for a fun weekender. DEMF's fun, hoping to get to Mutek next year but waiting to hear when the revised date'll be.
I'm sometimes on www.purple-radio.co.uk (need to get my finger out and commit to another regular slot) but there's some archived stuff linked from there which folk might like.
Just trying to work out how long ago Cybiza was... 16 years? Oof. We ought to know better by now... ;)
Andy Bgpz said:
>Just trying to work out how long ago Cybiza was... 16 years? Oof. We ought to know better by now... ;)
December 1995 IIRC - the same night as the big bust at Club UK in Wandsworth.
Cybiza was fun and the first time I'd attended a meet-up as a result of e-mail lists that preceeded web browsers. I even got to meet Stephen Hebditch, originator and long-term maintainer of UK-Dance.
The fun and good-times of Cybiza took a dramatic turn when me and my girlfriend arrived at Club UK to be confronted with a big and quite nasty bust on the venue by the Met. Clubbers being led away in handcuffs. I got busted in the entrance, not by the police, but by an intensely, and increasingly, angry member of the door staff who decided to search my underwear. We got thrown out before we'd got in.
I'd made the trip to London with the new gf and wasn't going have the evening spoiled by the unfolding events. The offending articles were transferred to her underwear and we re-joined the queue as yet more people we being bundled out in hand-cuffs. We arrived at the entrance again only to be confronted by the same genuinely frightening doorman and his look of utter incredulity at our audacity in even thinking about a second attempt. I was pushed back towards the door and if it hadn't been for the presence of the police I would surely have taken some serious pain from this doorman.
At this point I demanded to see the promoter, who happened to be a friend. The doorman's eyes bulged. Someone else in the lobby seemed to sense a serious escalation developing and ran off to get the promoter who, after quick glance around and an 'Is he clean?' in the direction of the door-staff, hurriedly escorted us up the stairs into the club and out of danger.
Club UK was fantastic that night - Gayle San, The Coalesce Sound-system amongst many others. Hours later, as the night was coming to an end, a much less frightening member of the door staff came to me and asked 'How are you getting out of here?' 'We're getting at lift back to Bristol with the promoter. He's waiting at the back door' was my reply. 'You are very lucky!' he stated. I knew why.
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