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you better work it girl October 27, 2007

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for all the chilly nights in student houses, and a diet consisting mostly of bagels, my overriding memory of my student days in london is of the glitz and glamour of the handbag house scene.

every saturday night i transcended my student status to dress in fluffy boots, satin skirts and babydolls dresses in subzero temperatures. in those days, cabs were not an option, at least not on the way into town. no we braved the cold and the disapproving or amused stares of more sensibly dressed tube passengers. oh we had the figures for it then, we didn’t care…

we shopped in big apple in covent garden and hyper hyper on kensington high street, we wore love hearts jewellery and dressed like giant sweets. we sucked on lollipops and took feather boas out clubbing that we would drape over the nearest person who wasn’t dancing.

these were great clubs for girls who wanted a hassle free night out. most of the male clientele were gay, and fabulous. the whole scene was borne out of an appreciation of the supermodels, house music and er, rupaul. it was colourful, flamboyant and more than a little cliquey. 

perhaps the ultimate downfall of the scene was that the clubs – malibu stacey, puscha, miss moneypenny’s, love to be – were so focused on aesthetics that there simply weren’t enough good looking customers to meet their exacting standards.  or enough girls willing to dress up as hello kitty.

still, it was fun while it lasted and on the nights we were dressed ludicrously enough to gain entry. we posed on podiums, sashayed and pretended we were in a george michael video.

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corona – baby baby

yosh – it’s what upfront that counts

20 fingers – short dick man

livin’ joy – don’t stop movin’

e-motion – naughty north sexy south

happy clappers – i believe

loveland – don’t make me wait

outrage – tall and handsome

tin tin out and espiritu – always something there to remind me

new atlantic – sunshine after the rain

mozaic – sing hallelujah

nush – u girls

baby d – let me be your fantasy

alex party – don’t give me your life

strike – u sure do

 

ibiza uncovered: before the invasion September 7, 2007

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my first holiday without my parents, ibiza 1994. booked four months in advance, which was cutting it fine in those pre t’internet days. booked-it-packed-it-fucked-off did exist via teletext but i didn’t have the time or patience for that. it was marketed to my parents as my post a-level reward. i at least remember pretending to study for my gcses on the beach with about 20 friends. i quite literally turned up for the exams this time round.

anyway, half of my college evidently pulled the same line and it became less of a holiday and more of an extended friday night out in the pub, and er, in another country. all the cliches were there – of the seven of us on holiday together, one person brought cornflakes and milk in case they didn’t sell them in spain, and one person arrived with about seventy condoms her mum insisted she pack. ten each!

i think i may well have taken every item of clothing, makeup and pair of shoes i owned and the result was a case that weighed more than i probably did at the time. i’ll never be able to say that again. i also learnt that you can’t fry chips in a pan from frozen and that hairbrushes do not make good can openers.

we did the usual £30 a pop nights out at amnesia, space and ku – you could get cheaper tickets if you befriended the girls who worked in the camera shop. es paradis was so refreshing after smoky, carpet on the walls local clubs, and i didn’t even mind falling off a podium in kaoos, as i was caught in a giant sombrero.

some of the nights out i really remember though, are the smaller, cheesier clubs in the west end. play2, night life, extasis and koppas. small, hot, full of locals and you could get pissed on a hundred pesetas. i have no idea what that is in euros. those big bottles of teichenne schnapps cost about £2 out there you know…

this was just before it blew up. it was underground but inclusive, and when i returned two years later it had changed beyond recognition. i find myself saying this a lot lately, i wouldn’t be want to be younger now, and therefore have missed it, for the world.

find out what happened in 1996 and also check out the earlier balearic years.

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cool jack – just come

ot quartet – hold that sucker down

blast – crayzy man

alex party – saturday night party

loveland – let the music lift you up

atlantic ocean – waterfall

livin’ joy – dreamer

floorjam – stone age

jx – son of a gun

spacemaster – jumping to the party

tall paul – rok da house

massive – heaven in mind

subliminal cuts – le voie le soleil

donna giles/klatsch – and i’m telling you

k klass – let me show you

original – i love you baby

screen ii – hey mr dj

helicopter – on ya way

alison limerick – love come down

pianoman – blurred

hed boys – girls and boys

movin’ melodies – la luna

bobby brown – two can play that game