It is hard to explain to anyone who wasn’t there, and that is rather the point. The early nineties kept no permanent record of itself. There were no phones held aloft, no stories to post, no grainy footage waiting to surface a decade later and embarrass everyone involved. What happened on the dancefloor stayed on the dancefloor, mostly because there was no way of getting it off there. You remembered it, or you didn’t, and either was fine.
Looking back now, with a mortgage and a dodgy back and a much clearer idea of what the comedown was actually costing, the thing that stands out is how cheap it all was. Cheap drinks, cheap…
