First time I saw Mills at Lost in East India Docks.

Admittedly pretty trashed that night, but was absolutely blown away.

And at the end of the night Jeff wound it up, argued with security to let him play another, failed, shrugged apologetically and exited stage left.

Everyone stood about looking really, really disappointed for five minutes.

Suddenly out of nowhere Jeff jumped up from behind the stage holding a record aloft like excalibur. The whole crowd threw up their hands and roared with shock and joy.

He had crawled back to the stage so no-one could see him. Such showmanship.

Sonic Destroyer boomed out and all the lights flooded the room dark orange.

Utterly, utterly brilliant. Probably my best club memory ever.