I've only been to London once. around late 99/00. It was supposed to be a piss up weekend with my (nerd)working colleagues. On the 1st day there, I met a weird 'n nice lookin chick. I had just started listening to techno so I asked her if she knew of any good parties. she replied, hell yeah. there's this squat party tonight but I have to find out where. but she'd only go if I came with. so to the disgust of my colleagues I went to her appartment and left them to go their own way. after a few tel. calls she said we're going to the old post building in Kingston.

paid 2 quid to get in and it was an experience that I'll never forget..

4 floors of different music, cheap drinks and alternative forms of stuff. I was really getting into the hard sound and having a blast til this chick doesn't show up for a while. so I went lookin for her and found just before a guy tried to take her outside to do fun things to her. I asked wtf she was doin and she didn't know what day it was. she had taken alot of Sp. K. and was totally off her head. every 10 minutes another guy would hit on her and she didn't give a **** so I had to get em off her. 4 hours of the same shit, til she finally came around. a wonder that none of those guys attacked me, since she was willing to kiss them and that..

apart from that chicks stupid overdose, the people were really easy going and everyone kept to themselves. no fights or big arguements. another reason not to judge a book by its cover..