The Year one Party in Oct 2009

The Lash launch night for The Lash was Oct 10th 2008 so in 2009 I wanted to go bigger and better! The venue was smaller, yes (Halo, Gloucester Rd Bristol) but if packed would it would rock! I had an awesome D-step/Deep house Dj called Bevan Ward of thinkdeeprecords. As promo for the night i'd made the first two hours request music via a charity text juke box. This ensured everyone got something they wanted to hear for £1 per song to NSPCC before Bevan dropped some heavy bass and the R&B destiny child crew started winging! The text juke box was a success with over 30 songs texted in. What wasn't such a success was my speed learnt roady skills. I borrowed the sound system Bevan plugged his CCJs into from a DJ friend who was unfortunately for me in Hawaii. I hired a amp which had 'male' (male are a fitting that goes in and 'female' a receptacle) leads coming out of it and it was sod law that Bevan CCJs had 'male' fittings and I had a massively gay situationo on my hand that meant we couldn't run the central speaker. I ran around like a crazy man up and down gloucester road explaining the situation to every pub DJ I could find. After the 3rd funny man had said the now familar "male to male adapter that's a bit gay"! I'd had enought I launched the music after a brief thanks to everyone for coming. Fucking hell did they come! There must have been 120 odd people at one point during the night which in a 60-100 person venue is fuckin rammed! I'd asked everyone that had contributed to the book to sign a very special copy that went to the winner of the text juke box competition. I was gutted this was actually the person with the worst taste in music there. James Mash hang your head in shame! I hadn't realized but as the night was going so swimmingly my credit was good at the bar! O'dear this meant Leffe by the pint! Everyone seemed to be having a top night, i'd even managed to set the night on the Ceran (a previous International school employer) reunion and thus there were loads of european languages intermingling with the untranslatable Bristolian! After getting suitably fuct i had a team of helpers strip out the sound equipment and take it back to mine. The perfect crime! The night had been a great success and I'd covered my cost + raised £40 for NSPCC....little did I know but my night wasn't over and it was to include later a dead animal fancy dress party which I spilled out of as the sun was coming up! Legendary!