Didsbury Dave
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Clubbing in Manchester was a soul-detroying, spirit-crushing experience in the 80s, until the Acid House explosion in 88.
Suit jackets, ties and jeans, tacky sticky clubs, horrible soulless pop, gangs of lads, fighting and chatting up girls while quaffing warm flat lager you queued up for 10 minutes to get. Sometimes you almost wished the blood on the pavement in the taxi queue was yours.
Then BANG along came Ecstasy and House Music. The lives of all of us were changed. The Hac, Konspiricy, The Thumderdrome, Most Excellent...and the warehouse parties.
Suddenly every Saturday was the best night of your life.
To be young in the late 80s was indeed very heaven.
Suit jackets, ties and jeans, tacky sticky clubs, horrible soulless pop, gangs of lads, fighting and chatting up girls while quaffing warm flat lager you queued up for 10 minutes to get. Sometimes you almost wished the blood on the pavement in the taxi queue was yours.
Then BANG along came Ecstasy and House Music. The lives of all of us were changed. The Hac, Konspiricy, The Thumderdrome, Most Excellent...and the warehouse parties.
Suddenly every Saturday was the best night of your life.
To be young in the late 80s was indeed very heaven.