Oid smash the granny out of Imelda Quirk
what a movie that was, genuinely classIf it's any consolation it was f*ckin brilliant! I was kitted out with a smog mask and olbas oil, ah the memories! Only downer was when the Gardaí in their infinite wisdom decided to cut off the water, because, you know, 10,000 are going to stop taking drugs if there is no water available. Well, that and the person dying after falling off the balcony and the looper that went around slashing a few people. Ah the memories!I was grounded for Dance Nation
Ah most of the nineties blend into one for me, it's all one big rave!ha ha quality. All my friends went, one of them collapsed outside before even going in. He ended up with medic's and garda grilling him on how many e's he did. Funny thing was he was just a 15 year old off his tits on Rum and Gin and a load of spliffs!!!.
That slasher thing happened again a few years later at a faithless gig. one of my mates was held forcefully by security for an hour during before being let go! Good times
Brilliant! Never went, I can imagine freaking out if the wedding bus turned up though! Went to a load of random places for raves. We tried to organise one once in a barn except the farmer on the land next door caught us setting up all the gear and threatened to call the cops. We had to set up in some lad's sitting room, pretty much coerced him into letting us because his parents were away. All of these 5ft high speakers, woofers, strobes, lasers, and a smoke machine in a 3 bed semi-d in Leixlip! Some of the lads we invited were a bit, em, dodgy, they wanted to tie yer man up and lock him in a wardrobe because he was wrecking their buzz! Poor fecker was a dj on one of the pirates but wasn't much of a raver, didn't take drugs, and his neighbours were going ballistic. Surprisingly he didn't really talk to us after that.
