Professor who...?
Another class Hazy.
Having flown over from Amsterdam with Wikkid Paul and a few glasses of champagne, we arrived in Liverpool to be assailed by more ale, etc, etc, from the Scouse Crew. Their hospitality knows no bounds.
After finally crashing at 4am Sat morning, we all crawled out of respective lairs and snarled at the sun, cursing its brightness. The only option: pool and ale at the 1-4 round the corner from Seel St. The best man one.
Arrived at Zanzi's with part of the Hazy team to see a few new unknown peeps loitering on the dance floor with what can only be described as looks of 'unabashed and definite intent' on their mugs.
This motley crew were none other than Mark Remotely Queued (the one built like a brick sh!t house in the pics), Max (the petite young lady), and Jimbury (the loony looking one) from Soulseek. All those months (nay, years in some cases) of virtual ripping and chronic p!sstaking could now manifest itself as face to face abuse and general derision. Needless to say, we all got stuck in with personal digs, comments about height, and predilections for farmyard animal husbandry from the moment we greeted each other. For some reason, I think we had all been looking forward to it. ;o) (LiqNit...Ant, you missed out on a good un matey).
Having eased ourselves into a nice state of relaxation through mutual verbal abuse, it was a case of trying to split yourself between downstairs and the Attic through the night so you got to hear a bit of everyone's set.
The club started to fill up nicely as the first 30 mins rolled through. It was great to have that space to boogie on down and able to talk to each other without people jostling past you all the time. As Debs said, nobody had to jostle for space and people were able to talk without their head being pushed into the side of anyone elses head. ;o) I don't like it too rammed as it gets too hot. (Opened the back door downstairs at one point, but the bar manager sent an underling over to close it... no reason given). Grrrrr.
It was great to know that a few people had decided to come to Hazy instead of Creamfields (even though they had planned to go to the festival) and even better to see some Hazyites (Shaz, Ped, Annette) deciding to sack Creamfields off entirely and enjoy a couple of hours of old school. Nice one.
Despite the warmth, the music was there to be danced to - and everyone was dancing. Not a sullen face in the club from what I saw. Plenty of mullered old schoolers, which is always a sign of a great night. The atmosphere was buoyant - people were making use of that little bit of extra space to pull off moves that Jay-K would be proud of. Happ33 Paul and t'other Paul certainly put John Travolta to shame. Great to see Murfso back across despite her recent illness, and of course all the regulars and almost-regulars winding their waists all night long... you know who you are.
All this extreme dance action was due to the residents and guests playing another bunch of blinding sets. Even though I've never been a big name dj follower, I have to say that the resi's and guests do a great job, each playing unique sets: hard, uplifting, anthemic, bouncy, techy and so downright filthy dirty that you have to get grooving. Everybody is catered for at Hazy regardless of old school tastes. Managed to catch bits of Vertigo, Tag and Pauly P when scooting around the place meeting and greeting peeps - I didn't hear enough to make comment other than that I know I was dancing away when I caught them. Shaun 'the Boy Scout' C (the man who is always prepared) slotted a rolling set together...a good few choons that had me punching the air ;o) Pluto and Dreamgirl played a blinder of a back to back set (what was the final verdict on the challenge? hehe)...Annie showing that We Are Family can be dropped in 2005 and still send the dancefloor into a blurred frenzy of limbs and grinning faces.
Special thanks to Dreamgirl and DodgyScouser for giving me a roof over my head for the long weekend and extending gratuitous hospitality to me. Further thanks to Richie for a nice start to the weekend on Friday night, cheers mate. Also to JoJo and Mikeeee (thx for vinyl) for ripping the p!ss out of me 24/7 (thanks for the banter, was bostin) - and to Paul "sorry, I didn't know the light was Green" B for getting me to JL airport in one piece despite apparent loss of eyesight as soon as he got in the car. Wikkid: good to see you, one of these days you'll get your choons back to Holland (I managed to take an extra bag of vinyl onto the plane mate - must be you???) Oh and not forgetting Shaz - at least this month I was able to talk intelligently to you (ok, it was the start of the evening like) hehe.
Here's to next Hazy... I think the after party could be an ikkle bit messy.
NB: note to self - abstinence from certain too see substances means you can actually speak to those friends you only see for a few hours each month and makes for an alltogether more enjoyable weekend. I plan to can that stuff for good. I like my sanity.
PS: who's the geezer on the pics who can't set his glasses straight on his head and needs to see an oral surgeon to sort his teeth out?
