About 11 years ago I was fifteen and a bunch of mates and I had got into taking speed and acid, listening to stuff like Fugazi, Operation Ivy, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana and the usual stuff the wierd kids listen to at 15. A friends older sister told us about a party that was going on that night somewhere near the train station. So we went to the train station and it was dead, then a guy drove past in a transit van, and stopped for some reason, so we asked if he knew of a party.. he says yeah i'm on my way there now, jump in the back. Turns out it was the wrong party :D he took us about 20 miles away to an old police training ground (shooting mound) and there were about 30 real dodgy looking people, small rig, and a ****ing giant rottweiler prowling.. Asmodeus was his name. We were kinda stuck, so we just met everyone, found acid in the end, and then worked out the techno thing :D

I'll never forget that night, serendipity at it's finest! That crew still going well strong as well

That rottweiler was trained to bite people in hats as well, the coppers loved that hahaha