
gabi said:Is that one of your pieces?

that was meeditor said:there was some fucking clown dressed in a reflective jacket, a white hard helmet and white gloves twirling glow sticks around. And people seemed to think he was cool.

mitochondria said:btw pendragon nye was my best indoor party ever
ill never forget theatre factory and women in burkhas in the stairway at 4am
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DJ Squelch said:I used to quite like EFS in the early days, even went on holiday to Morrocco for a month with some of the crew. It all went a bit crap in the end when they were advertising it in Time Out and it became full of tourists wearing rucksacks on the dancefloor. It was definately Hard house / hard / acid trance in the beginning but got more psy-trancey towards the end. Pendragon at Tyssen St. was better.
Might of gone tonight if I'd read this thread earlier.![]()
Giles said:That was its undoing, I think. Victim of its own success. I remember going to EFS in around 1998/1999 and it was such a good atmosphere - everyone there was up for it, proper clubbers (some of my fond memories may have been influenced by drugs, I admit!) but later on it was full of "clubbing tourists" and this killed the atmosphere.
The whole point of this sort of clubbing is that everyone there is part of it.
I remember that last couple of times I went there, just before it stopped, and it was more like a gig, in that most of the "audience" were just standing around with their mates with their "Lonely Planet guide to London" books almost in hand, not participating, just waiting to be entertained.
ANyway, I am off their now,
so we shall see!
Giles..
I had my hen night in 1996 at the Samsara Xmas party [or was it Rtts?] and we'd been going for *years* by then! Agree it was all about the Whirlygig though...we used to go there in Old Street from 8-12, then home for a bit before going down to Club UK at 3 when it was half price in [used to live round the corner]. I wasn't there the night it was raided though a mate was - he covered his head with his coat trying to avoid being photographed, and walked straight into the arse of a police horse.

