| Gosh. What can you say about a night like that? It ruled. Absolutely ruled. |
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| Let's start from the beginning. At the stupidly early time of 4pm on the 6th May, Nase_2K, Tart With A Heart and DJ Ess all leapt into Big Red and sped down to Oxford. We parked up, got on a bus, and, after a few wrong turns, arrived at a farm. A farm with lots of marquees in. And loud music. |
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This is when the first bad thing happened. Some bloke came up while they were in the ticket line and said "I can get you VIP passes if you want them." Yeah, rrrrrrright. "No thanks, mate, we're alright." said DJ Ess. The dude shrugged and wandered off, only to wander back past again two minutes later carrying about fifty VIP neck-chains. "Shit." said DJ Ess. |
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The venue was huge. Six dance arenas, food halls, a massive chill out area (with free copies of DJ magazine - DJ Ess), a Strongbow 'Loafing' chill-out lounge (with free PlayStation 2 - Tekken Master DJ Ess), about five thousand toilet cubicles and, um, three bars. |
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| Attractive girlies handed out free Strongbow cider as you walked in, and as you walked about, and bar prices (once you found one) were surprisingly reasonable - £1.50 for a Red Bull, £2 for lager, £2.50 for Smirnoff Ice. Food was varied (Chinese, baguettes, burgers, jacket potatoes...) and expensive. |
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| But the DJ's... Oh. My. God. In one night they saw: Alex P, Paul Van Dyk, Dave Pearce, Brandon Block, Phreak, Tall Paul (who isn't as tall as Nase_2K - DJ Ess), Goldie, Boy George, Anne Savage, EZ, Fabio & Grooverider, The Dreem teem, Marco Giovanni, Graham Gold, and, AND... Seb Fontaine. |
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| Once a lot of shouting convinced first DJ Alex P. to turn it up, the sound system was wikkid (as it should have been for the amount of speakers involved), but the one thing you noticed was the amount of people. Millions. Well, 26,000. Twenty-six thousand (they must have thought it was a spirited gig - Dreaming DJ Ess) people all jumping up and down with light sticks in their hands. |
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With that many people in attendance the atmosphere couldn't fail to be amazing, except for the loser blokes who walked around shouting "Whizz and pills, I've got whizz and pills..." In a highly amusing twist, one drug dealing tosser walked up to a policeman and asked him "If he needed anything for a buzz". Bye then! |
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| If we have to find something to complain about, then it would have been the lights. Although many, varied and pretty, they simply weren't being put to good use. Nase_2K, being something of an expert, informed us that the Mac Pro 500 series they were using could move much faster than they were doing and create a far better effect. |
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| However, the strobe lights, huge TV's and wikkid inflatable aliens were good, so that's perhaps not so bad, then... You can take a look at the lights here. |
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| Also, the fact that you had to have VIP passes to get to the Radio 1 stage was absurd. We pay for our TV license (which covers Radio's 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 live in case you didn't know), why the hell couldn't we go in? We did get some photo's, however... |
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| He-he. It was pretty empty all night long, with most people preferring to be in the better Mezzanine or Smirnoff areas. |
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| Other things worthy of a mention were the Strongbow loafing lounge, which had big bean-bags and some PS2's to play on, the woman serving the Jacket Potatoes who was well good-looking, and the bloke who sold six glo-sticks for under one bar. |
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| Everyone is planning on going again next year, this time paying attention to the fact that there is no dress code and dressing as something odd (suggestions would be good - DJ Ess), and taking more fags with them (at 12 dollor a packet, you needed your own). |
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| Oh, and enough money for a Mezzanine T-Shirt. |
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| And we'll make Nase_2K go before he leaves, next time. |
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