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New year 2005 - the final squat

I stopped going to squat parties at the start of 2003. I had decided I had done it and to be honest the whole thing had lost its sparkle. I'd had a good run though, two years of almost weekly parties up to 2001 with a few in 2002. I was, to be honest getting a bit too old for this!

Anyway 2004 came to an end and I heard of a big party in London and was sent the location, but I decided not to go. I saw the new year in and went to bed.

But in the early hours I woke up and decided I would head off for one last time. I had a car now, so I drove down to London, parked up at Epping and caught the Central line tube. I arrived at the party around 8.00am, fresh faced and totally sober, which put me in something of a minority.

Actually turning up at a squat party in the morning was something I'd always wanted to do, so here I was.

It was a pretty normal squat party I suppose, but this one was suffering from more of the undesirable people than normal, I soon got wind of robberies going on.

The place was huge, an old warehouse on the Thames. Large areas were unused and dark with no windows. I had an explore but decided it was a bit too risky, if my torch had failed it wouldn't have been much fun at all.

The view from the roof was quite something, lots of people up there of course and there were plenty of rooms still going strong. Stinky pink were downstairs and their room was heaving, although they were way too loud. Iike powerful, but not loud.

I had a chat to someone I knew from parties who told me of a new party crew about to launch events which became the "Scum" parties, but I never followed it up.

I did get a souvenir, I found a huge pile of BVS tapes about spotting fake bank notes which was hilarious for its awfulness. I doubt it was ever released.

Outside I came across another old rave regular who seemed stuck where he was. He stayed in the same place for a good few hours, babbling something about not wanting to go inside. A bit too much acid I think

Oh and Steve Cyborg was there. He was a regular at parties, he's toned down his mutant style of dress, but doing his cyborg dancing.

Anyway, I left around midday and drove home. An interesting way to draw the curtains on a memorable period

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