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Anju never claimed their 54th was a squat rave.Yeah, but they’re still available, not in the pockets of a random crackhead.
Anju never claimed their 54th was a squat rave.Yeah, but they’re still available, not in the pockets of a random crackhead.
ain't life grandNo not many people. Glad to see you are as happy and positive as ever.
My mum called raves 'hops'In your sixties you can't remember what you used to call it. Clubbing and raving sound quite modern. I think we called it 'going for a bop'. Or 'dancing'.
knees up?In your sixties you can't remember what you used to call it. Clubbing and raving sound quite modern. I think we called it 'going for a bop'. Or 'dancing'.
The Brexit Party awaits your voteStuff like this makes me nostalgic for my late 1970s adolescence when people over 45 seemed content to be adults. When your mates' dads were called Ken, Stan or Dave and not Kyle, Travis or fucking Trent. And you used to overhear them saying to each other stuff like, "I don't like Scargill myself, think he's a bit of a nutter, but he definitely gets things done for the Yorkshire miners." They talked about cars and the quickest route to get down to Cornwall, and thought drug dealers should be shot.
They'll be waiting a long time then.The Brexit Party awaits your vote
At one point we were holding moots up on the Ridgeway. Moot, if you have an older Anglo-Saxon term for a knees up, go for it...
An Anglo Saxon moot is more... local council meeting. With judicial stuff.
At one point we were holding moots up on the Ridgeway. Moot, if you have an older Anglo-Saxon term for a knees up, go for it...
Seems a lot of faffNo grandad. You had to be driving around the M25, stopping routinely at services, striking up with like minded people saying things like 'nice one, top one, get sorted' and 'aciiiid' etc. Then finding a phone box, and clubbing together to dial premium rate phone numbers or listening to announcements on pirate radio to get the secret location. Then follow a convoy to the colourful lights and repetative beats in the distance coming from a disused Kent airfield.
it was great, the getting there was part of the funSeems a lot of faff
I'm confused. You say you've never been to a rave but have been to two dance nights. A dance night is a rave!I've never really done dancing, let alone been to a rave. I've flailed about to guitar shit many times and I went about twice to dance nights when my mates got into Es about 1992. Love listening to repetitive beats of certain genres but I never knew how to dance.
i'm 44 now.
Used to go raving twice a week in my 20s and 30s but since I hit my 40s its 3 times a year now. If that.
Hence my reduced participation in the Drugs forum (unless its about drugs for pain relief).
What an old cunt i am now.
But what fantastic and dedicated raver I was.
I was there and it was fucking amazing. It really was.
Standing in a feild realising your mates went home yesterdayI suspect that the survey's idea of 'raving' is quite different to what most people think.
Standing in a feild realising your mates went home yesterday
there's the blue touchpaper litI'm confused. You say you've never been to a rave but have been to two dance nights. A dance night is a rave!
I think our definitions differ. By "dance night" I meant a nightclub playing dance music. A rave to me is outside.I'm confused. You say you've never been to a rave but have been to two dance nights. A dance night is a rave!
I'm confused. You say you've never been to a rave but have been to two dance nights. A dance night is a rave!
Watch it sonny!Surely everyone who ever went 'raving' is pushing fifty by now anyway?