bouncer_the_dog
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That sounds familiar... there was also another guy using an invisible typewriter..
Any ideas for the Warrior Pub? (archive chat about the Warrior/Junction pub, Loughborough Junc)
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brixtonvilla
should be Oslovilla, really
DJWrongspeed said:Eh the Junction!, i went to a monday night club there once (hardcore) with the very elusive 'oubliette sound system' back in the mid 90s. It comprised of lot's of different collections of speakers bound together with plastic in various corners of the pub. It was a bizarre din and then aphex twin turned up and played pool. The mad eyed ozzy bar mgr couldn't hack it and about 10 turn it all off and stuck some bad house on
as for now, it would take a brave vision to open a bar/restaurant there surely?
I know the guys who ran Oubliette. Very strange chaps indeed. Actually, pretty sound chaps with VERY strange tastes in music...
FridgeMagnet
Administrator
There's a poster on this board whom I could well imagine doing that happily for the rest of his life.bouncer_the_dog said:
ChrisSouth
Well-Known Member
editor said:
That had occured to me too......
Wasn't their talk of a doctor's surgery once? Or was that just to keep us locals happy?
bouncer_the_dog said:
Found some disturbing pictures here:
http://www.partyvibe.com/gallery/v/party/raving_mad_pictures/album181/?g2_page=1
and here:
http://www.partyvibe.com/gallery/v/party/raving_mad_pictures/album144/?g2_page=2
Happy days!
Donna Ferentes
jubliado
bouncer_the_dog
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Giles said:
That looks familiar
The night in question is a particularly memorable one to me. I went there a few times in 98/99 and then forgot about it. Around 2000 I went there becuase I got ditch by my girlfriend at the time. I paid £12 to get in with the intention of sitting at the bar and wallowing in self pity. I got to the bar and they weren't serving alcohol!The barman said 'you could always do something eles' and then tapped his nose and winked at me. I looked round at was only at that moment I realised a) there was thumping trance music and b) it was full of sweaty people stripped to the waist with glow sticks.. exactly like the pix in the link above. As it was I decided to remonstrate with the gurning door staff to get my money back "£12 and I can't even get a drink!!".
At that moment the promoter came over to see what the fuss was and introduced himself, and got the barman to serve me from a secret bottle of Jack Daniels - and he bought me a drink. So I was able to wallow in self pity as required. After a while I decided a little dancing was in order (I was quite pissed at this point). A quite fit girl offered to sell me..DRUGS.. and to my eternal shame 'ahem' I took her up on it.
All I can say is I have never bee that fucked up before or since.. and that includes all the acid I took in the 90s. Based on reading the drugs forum here I can only assume that I had some kind of K-E combination. In actual fact just thinking about it makes me get flashbacks! Its becoming tricky to type!
The next think I know I am propped up outside the club STEAMING in the winter air so fucked up I can barely talk, and a bouncer is holding me up! It took me ages to recover enough to ask if I could go back in to which the answer was a firm NO. But then the promoter popped his head out the door and said 'are you alright mate? coming back in?' so in I went ...
Bizarrely EVERYONE said hello to me and patted me on the back.. To this day I have no idea how I managed to make friends with everyone in the place.. Appartently I was 'all over the place' and had to be carried out. It was now 7am in the morning. I spent until about 11am helping some guy do backflips off my knee ..you know where you put your hands together and he steps in them and then you lift up .. that was crazy...
The end of the story was I then went home - my friends and flatmates had thought I had been killed. I had left my jacket, mobile, wallet fags etc on one of the speakers all night in plain view - it was still there. I spent the day smoking skunk and then retired to the pub and met my now ex-girlfriend. Although I had completely forgotten about why I had gone to the place in the first place - and embarrassingly had to be told again. It was easier to take the 2nd time.
Anyway I will never forget my last trip to the Junction... I have to go and lie down now.
bouncer_the_dog said:That looks familiar
The night in question is a particularly memorable one to me. I went there a few times in 98/99 and then forgot about it. Around 2000 I went there becuase I got ditch by my girlfriend at the time. I paid £12 to get in with the intention of sitting at the bar and wallowing in self pity. I got to the bar and they weren't serving alcohol!The barman said 'you could always do something eles' and then tapped his nose and winked at me. I looked round at was only at that moment I realised a) there was thumping trance music and b) it was full of sweaty people stripped to the waist with glow sticks.. exactly like the pix in the link above. As it was I decided to remonstrate with the gurning door staff to get my money back "£12 and I can't even get a drink!!".
At that moment the promoter came over to see what the fuss was and introduced himself, and got the barman to serve me from a secret bottle of Jack Daniels - and he bought me a drink. So I was able to wallow in self pity as required. After a while I decided a little dancing was in order (I was quite pissed at this point). A quite fit girl offered to sell me..DRUGS.. and to my eternal shame 'ahem' I took her up on it.
All I can say is I have never bee that fucked up before or since.. and that includes all the acid I took in the 90s. Based on reading the drugs forum here I can only assume that I had some kind of K-E combination. In actual fact just thinking about it makes me get flashbacks! Its becoming tricky to type!
The next think I know I am propped up outside the club STEAMING in the winter air so fucked up I can barely talk, and a bouncer is holding me up! It took me ages to recover enough to ask if I could go back in to which the answer was a firm NO. But then the promoter popped his head out the door and said 'are you alright mate? coming back in?' so in I went ...
Bizarrely EVERYONE said hello to me and patted me on the back.. To this day I have no idea how I managed to make friends with everyone in the place.. Appartently I was 'all over the place' and had to be carried out. It was now 7am in the morning. I spent until about 11am helping some guy do backflips off my knee ..you know where you put your hands together and he steps in them and then you lift up .. that was crazy...
The end of the story was I then went home - my friends and flatmates had thought I had been killed. I had left my jacket, mobile, wallet fags etc on one of the speakers all night in plain view - it was still there. I spent the day smoking skunk and then retired to the pub and met my now ex-girlfriend. Although I had completely forgotten about why I had gone to the place in the first place - and embarrassingly had to be told again. It was easier to take the 2nd time.
Anyway I will never forget my last trip to the Junction... I have to go and lie down now.
That is a classic Junction tale.......
Giles..
editor
hiraethified
I've posted a new piece about the Warrior here:
From The Warrior to Foxtons and a supermarket: a depressing Brixton vision
From The Warrior to Foxtons and a supermarket: a depressing Brixton vision
