Dance like no one is watching you:

Second wind can't come quick enough. Let me go and listen to some of grants stuff that he listed earlier.
 
Grant said:
here we go:

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In your opinion, who is better? Martin or Sam? I like to judge a set in the first 5 secs, in which case Martin wins.

and thanks for these, now I don't have to rip the cds (if I can even find them).

First time I took a pill was right at the back of the VIP section.

Best moment in my life to date.
 
Yes, this set is the one that screams nostalgia.

The engine room is why I have tinnitus today.

 
Its so sad driving past and there is still nothing there (I assume, it looks all closed up) that replaced it once they were forced to close to "reasons" (fire hazard?).

The "330" in davenport is nothing like the original. The whole vibe is different. Even if they still call the engine room the engine room, it doesn't make it the engine room.

and, my phone got snatched out of my hand outside the new place. That **** never happened at the old place.
 
Absolutely no dance clubs in long street anymore.

Just social clubs and bars.
 
saturnz said:
Absolutely no dance clubs in long street anymore.

Just social clubs and bars.
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I been to long street once back in the day. I wasn't impressed. It felt too commercialized, like splashy fen after it became famous and became too crowded from all the wannabees.

I also felt like I needed to watch my back from the scamsters and kidnappers, but the main thing I was most disappointed about was that all the jols were built in the 1600s so were little shitholes that could accomodate 20 people and then you felt like a sardine.

In durban, we have space for spades. Multiple dance floors depending on what music you feel like, and when you want a break from everything, you just head up to the roof where all you can hear are the ventilation fans and the doof doof base from the engine room which gives you an kind of comfort foundation to hang onto if you are tripping.

The important thing is not to panic when the base beat that has been thumping away like a clock for the last 15 minutes suddenly stops because that's just how the song/set is. Very weird feeling, but it comes back again after a few seconds, then all is right again.

This is when you get offered a j from some random stranger from a circle you happen to be sitting nearby.

I have been told that I have an approachable face, I think its because I make people feel good about themselves because when they see me they realise there is someone more ****ed up than themselves.

**** this verbal diarrhea, I apologise!

Damn, I'm loving this set (which I know like the back of my hand because I must have played it a million times). Thank you @Grant.

I am around here:
 
wingnut771 said:
Another jol was that place next to the Hilton, my brain fog can't remember the name, Tilt?

Anyway, I had to leave my car there on time after the jol closed daylight already sunday morning, as I couldn't get the thing into gear to go forward.

I managed to get a lift with the copious amount of friends I always make on the night back home and went back on monday to try again with the car. It was at this moment that I realised there was a gearlock which I then unlocked and drove home.

Before you judge me too harshly, it was a loaner from the panelbeater so my muscle memory was not that familiar with it because my car was getting repaired from bouncing off a retaining wall on my way to teezers, managed to miss a light pole that was somehow in the middle of all the mess I left on the wall, it was a left hand bend in the road at the top of a hill @ 120 in a 60 zone, so the tyres didnt grip as I was ramping when I turned the steering wheel, (sydenham, 45th cutting.

Somehow I hit in a way that didn't set any airbags off or injure me but I ended up on the other side of the road on a grass banck oinfront of a huge block of flats where all the residents started coming out and surrounding me.

Luckily the SAPS Police still "worked" in those days and the station was just 1 min away and a hilux appeared in no time. I was still trying to start the car that was dead (cracked battery?)

They were very nice, they put me in the back of the van to keep me safe from the plebs of sydenam.

They asked me if I has valuables in the car which I did (work stuff) so they let me phone a friend who they gave a police escort to because he didn't know where I was so he met them at springfield n2 onramp.

He arrived, and we unloaded my boot into his car, we went to the station and filled out an accident report and then my friend and I went to that club at Greyville racecourse, where I puked into one of their pot plants next to the shooter bar. The pills in those days were good.

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Did you get really high and confuse MyBB with your Facebook page?
 
I'm not the clubbing type. But I have vague memories of some hard core places in Hatfield back in the day. Sure the place is a cesspit by now. Oh, and then there was the Pampoen Boer Club aka Impalla in Potchefstroom. Only went there because of this one girl. But that was boring and I quickly got rid of her.
 
RedViking said:
Let him be. At least allow him his own thread. Don't take this away as well.

Life can be so cruel sometimes.
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Thank You.

MightQ is quite the evil angry **** bastard most times but I try follow rule no. 1 and hold my tongue and try and be politite and leave things better than how I found them.

I am human and fail this most of the time which I blame on my lack of self respect.

Its the thought that counts Ive been told.
 
RedViking said:
I'm not the clubbing type. But I have vague memories of some hard core places in Hatfield back in the day. Sure the place is a cesspit by now. Oh, and then there was the Pampoen Boer Club aka Impalla in Potchefstroom. Only went there because of this one girl. But that was boring and I quickly got rid of her.
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Hatfield is Pretoria hey? Are you from there?
 
RedViking said:
I'm not the clubbing type. But I have vague memories of some hard core places in Hatfield back in the day. Sure the place is a cesspit by now. Oh, and then there was the Pampoen Boer Club aka Impalla in Potchefstroom. Only went there because of this one girl. But that was boring and I quickly got rid of her.
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I think you are 10 years my junior if I had to guess? The clubbing scene was big in my time, but was probably already **** when it was your time?. I haven't been out in years because there is no point.
 
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