Post by watermill on Apr 11, 2008 5:38:18 GMT -8
From about 89 to about mid 91ish, i was well into raving, went to some proppa goodens as well and the amount of copied hardcore tapes i had, i had shit loads of them, but i knew very little of the Ozrics at that time, Dissolution was about the only tune i knew.
I was bang into the Stone Roses, and pills thrills and bellyaches was played quite a lot amongst my fraternity back then and Achtung Baby was another. I got into the Doors around that time as well, coz the film more than anything, still got all their stuff though.
I've also got this raving story, thats quite funny...as it goes, that would be a good thread on its own, all our funny raving stories.
Anyway mine is around summer 90 and me and a few of my mates were on our way to a rave in Stoke somewhere. My mates been driving round the outskirts of stoke for what seemed like forever, four of us cramped in the back, three of us skinning up, anyway, me and me mate Karl were dyin for a piss, so we stopped off in the middle of nowhere, completely lost, i got out first and walked into this field, then as i was finishing, Karl came along.
I started walking back to the motor and then suddenly i heard this geezer shout out something like, "fcuk off, off of my land", i looked around and this is no lie, there this what looked this massive brick shit house shit kickin farmer from the film Deliverance with an Indiana Jones hat wearing a pair dungarees waving this what could only be described as this fcuk off big sharp effin wheat cutting thingy, he was waving it above his head only effin running over to us.
Well what i didn't realize, was that me and me mate were pissin all over this poor buggers crops, i made it to the car, looked round and what i saw will live with me forever.
My mate's legging it towards us, to the car scared shitless with his winkle still hanging out, still pissing everywhere, but doing his best to hold it away from his trousers and there's piss going everywhere, he was covered in it, and i don't if you remember these, but the shoe of choice at this time were Wallaby's and they came in all different colours, and his were turquoise. His bestest Wallaby shoes were caked in mud, shit and piss, by the time he got back to the motor.
Anyway he made back to the car and we got away and found the rave in the end, but from that field until we got to the rave, we were fcukin creasin up and there was no way, i mean no way i was gonna smoke anything that got skinned up on his lap...They were the times, you guy's must have some stories like that, that are waitin to be aired.
I was bang into the Stone Roses, and pills thrills and bellyaches was played quite a lot amongst my fraternity back then and Achtung Baby was another. I got into the Doors around that time as well, coz the film more than anything, still got all their stuff though.
I've also got this raving story, thats quite funny...as it goes, that would be a good thread on its own, all our funny raving stories.
Anyway mine is around summer 90 and me and a few of my mates were on our way to a rave in Stoke somewhere. My mates been driving round the outskirts of stoke for what seemed like forever, four of us cramped in the back, three of us skinning up, anyway, me and me mate Karl were dyin for a piss, so we stopped off in the middle of nowhere, completely lost, i got out first and walked into this field, then as i was finishing, Karl came along.
I started walking back to the motor and then suddenly i heard this geezer shout out something like, "fcuk off, off of my land", i looked around and this is no lie, there this what looked this massive brick shit house shit kickin farmer from the film Deliverance with an Indiana Jones hat wearing a pair dungarees waving this what could only be described as this fcuk off big sharp effin wheat cutting thingy, he was waving it above his head only effin running over to us.
Well what i didn't realize, was that me and me mate were pissin all over this poor buggers crops, i made it to the car, looked round and what i saw will live with me forever.
My mate's legging it towards us, to the car scared shitless with his winkle still hanging out, still pissing everywhere, but doing his best to hold it away from his trousers and there's piss going everywhere, he was covered in it, and i don't if you remember these, but the shoe of choice at this time were Wallaby's and they came in all different colours, and his were turquoise. His bestest Wallaby shoes were caked in mud, shit and piss, by the time he got back to the motor.
Anyway he made back to the car and we got away and found the rave in the end, but from that field until we got to the rave, we were fcukin creasin up and there was no way, i mean no way i was gonna smoke anything that got skinned up on his lap...They were the times, you guy's must have some stories like that, that are waitin to be aired.