What a night eh?? After a hective busy day in the record shop, all I wanted to do was go to sleep when I got to the Judga. Got to the door, discovered I had an extra 2 ppl on me guest list, so I stood at the door and asked anyone if they hadnt a ticket and wanted to get in for nowt, Merry Xmas. Some one gave me a little plastic cowboy hat, which I doned, but the elastic was a bit tight, so I swapped it for a santa hat and some antlers, ha. My girlfriend coloured me nose in with red lipstick and put blusher on me face & was ready to party!!!!! Ran on stage & kept the crowd entertained by doing silly dances on the main stage & bruising me thumb trying to breakdance, bahh. Cant move it, knacking. Some nice person had a hip flask full of Jack Daniels and also a bottle of vodka, which went down very well (Geordie Gabba Skinhead Beer Munsta!) Anywayz, becuase of poor ticket sales (not fair. It was the best line-up all year, but as usual, everonyes skint for Xmas), HMS, Sass, Technotrance, Sharkey & FX were cancelled, but no-one was bothered, becuase the Rotterdam Terror Corps were here, yeah! With HMS & Sass cancelled there was no special guests in the gabba room (back into the little oven & the back), and no-one wanted to do 10-11 coz they would miss Rotterdam TC in the main room at 10:15-10:45, so we got a local nonce wannabe to go all the way home and bring some records and do 10-11, ha. I volunteered to play at 11-12, then UEP & Rob Saunders the last hour. The Party Boss (Lenny Dee) arrived around 7:30, hobbling with a sore foot, still full of smiles & wise cracks. I told him everyone on the gabba list was dissing him for 'losing' his harcore and he says himselfm hes not into the fast stuff anymore, people move on, at least he's not selling out and making nursery ryhme shite like Mr Elstak. He actually played a hardish set, tuff Rotterdam/Italian gabba. Bah, time was getting on, around 10:30 & the Terror Corps wernt on stage yet, so I wandered into there drssing room and cuaght a glimps of one of there dacners in a bra & G-string, woosh, bahh, MC RAW hoyed is out, baa. I took my position at the front of the stage, and the Terror Corps hit the stage, MC Raw wearing some big black trousers that were like Robocop trousers, the 2 girl dancers dressed as Nuns. At the end of the 1st track, they removed there Nuns outfits, to reveal black bra's, fishnight tights, long black boots & black very very tight G-strings (U could see there ham sandwiches when they bent over). Soon, off came there bras, and they ripped the fishnet tights off, yeah!! this is what everyone wanted!! MC RAW poored water over there chests, they rubbed it in, rubbed each otheres crotches, stuck there bums in the air etc, absouloutly disgusting! They finished at 11:15 and I tried to follow them into the dressing room, ha. THey woodint let me in so I ran to the gabba room to play, now 20 minutes late. Sound was shite again, far too loud monitors, so beat mixing was almost impossible. Thats beginging to really piss me of of recently, coz all U can do is stop/start mixes and so the crowd thinks all the DJs are shite & cant mix. Very annoying. Thats all that happended I think. Next on the list is Nosebleed, Xmas Day, Scorpio, Selector, Denny & Myself. Ive got a full coach coming up from Newcastle, with Mince Pies, crackers & Party hats for all, and maybe a game of bingo or 2. Merry Xmas from Judgemnt Day
