
Originally Posted by
stuz74
Not a patch on anyone else's stories here, as I was a bit of a latecomer to raving, but my first ever DJ Set I caught was LTJ Bukem in 1994 at Aberdeen's Metro Hotel (was held in a dingy basement, but it rocked!). Anyways, I managed to convince my mate and his girlfriend to come along with us, as I didn't know anyone who liked jungle/drum & bass (this being Scotland for you). I was living at home at the time, and didn't have anywhere to crash, so I had to rely on driving 30 miles into town to catch Bukem.
We all stopped off at a pub for a few drinks before the gig started, and as I was driving I stuck to the 1 1/2 pint rule. We'll it was more 2 pints but I didn't want to get drunk and busted for D&D-ing on the way back. We also passed a spliff around to get us in the mood for some atmospheric D&B and at that time, I didn't smoke, so probably was unable to get any benefit from the toke. Whilst my mate was doing the whole Cypress Hill 'SSSSSSS!!!!!' thing with it.
Fast forward 5 or so hours to the end of the night and I jump in the car at 2am to head home and as I was turning out onto Anderson Drive I get stopped by the Rozzers! I remember the lights flashing behind me and thinking 'I'm knackered with those 2 pints and minimal spliffage!!!'. They inform me that I was going too fast in a residential area, which was bollocks 'coz my mini back then was a claptrap. Musta thought with my hippy long hair I was a rave casualty. They ask me if I had been drinking, so I said I had the 1 and a 1/2 pints 'coz I was driving. The informed me that they would have to breathalise me and asked me if I have been smoking. Red light goes off in my head and I'm thinking 'THE SPLIFF!!! THEY'LL KNOW!!!' and being naive, I confess to the Mary-Jane, which I got nowt from. I get searched (had nothing on me thank feck) and I get breathalised. They do the whole 'you're borderline mate. If you was on the dual carriageway you'd have been charged!!! Don't do it again!' and I'm let off.
I was so sacred of my police encounter, I ended up driving home in thick fog over a back road over a mountain called the Cairn O' Mount, to avoid getting nabbed on the dual carriageway. But I can remember buzzin' from the night, my escape with the Rozzers and from blasting jungle/drum & bass at full volume through the countryside at 3am!!!
Still cringe at 'fessing to the spliff thing!
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