Can’t believe no one has shoved this up yet!
yossarian – Member
Great thread evoking great memories, I grew up in rural Oxfordshire and my village was a regular meet up point for people heading off to parties up in the hills and at abandoned aerodromes.
Ahh, the nights we spent driving around having heard the buzz about something going down, small groups meeting up in lay-bys, petrol stations, motorway services and Little Chef car parks.
Someone get’s the word on the location. We head down to this hooge aircraft hangar and find 4 local coppers trying to stop by then at least a thousand ravers from getting in. The sound system cranks up, several k, the opening strains of Charly, we all charge forward push down the perimeter fence and are in! Rave on!