- Hacienda reunion……anyone?
To be honest, I’m quite happy to leave it in the past.
One day I’m going to write a book of all my horror stories of working behind the bar at the Hac. All the stories in ‘How Not to Run a Club’ are true, and then some! Mind you, it was never dull, and a laugh most of the time. 😀
Now, a Paradise Factory reunion? That’d be a different thing altogether
EDIT: This should give you a laugh. I’ve just dug it out from the archives. Me behind the bar at Fac 51, with curtains, having just put the shutters down at 2am after another night of insanity. Circa 1992, I reckon 😀
Posted 3 months ago
Oh God, the Paradise Factory 🙂.
I was given a magazine called ‘Breaking Them In’ once in the queue.
Pretending to be gay to get into a club? Never worked.
How about a Thunderdome reunion? Can you imagine it?
Big Dave’s still inside, wondering who was going to get shot in the queue, walking home to Moston via Oldham, just to get a Kebab.
Happy daze.Posted 3 months agojohnx2Member
I last went to the Hac in 83 or 84. Quiet place back then. Saw the Virgin Prunes amongst other not terribly good acts. And therefore would not go back. (You can never go back.)
(Source of regret that punk and aftermath was my proper youth culture, grazed rave – which let’s face it was loads more fun – but basically it was recreation as opposed to meaning of life and so over for me by then.)Posted 3 months ago
Bloody hell Binners, I remember you now!
I stopped going once it got heavy. Turned up one week, new door staff, wouldn’t let us in. Went to Berlin instead, then Sankey’s, then the Thunderdome. Proper Northern Scum.
What was that place near the Cathedral called? Pre bomb? Conspiracy? That was dodgy.Posted 3 months ago
We sacked it off and ended up in The Brick House or The Boardwalk.
One of my mates would always badger us to go to that underground death trap on Whitworth Street that had the scaffolding robot thing in it, so that he could back-scuttle one of the regulars. We called her “Little Bernard” because she looked like Mr Manning. An evening in a crap club for everyone in order for him to make squelching noises for a couple of minutes. Mates eh?Posted 3 months agotnrbillyMember
Being a southern softy I never went, but am currently reading the Peter Hook “How Not To Run A Club” book – wow!! There are some stories right there!Posted 3 months ago
Can’t decide whether I’d have loved to have gone, or am glad I lived hundred’s of miles away.
Loved the stories about the firework display setting fire to the night’s takings, and Peter Hook working in the club to earn extra money and not realising it was all New Order’s own money that was keeping the club open.
I could tell you a lot of toe-curling, hilarious, utterly debauched, truly terrifying stories. If you’ve not read Hooky’s ‘How Not to Run a Club’ then its well worth a read. I can testify to it all being true. He’s not embellished it at all. In fact, he’s probably left out a lot of the dodgier stuff
Just been thinking about it now. When you’re older you look back and realise what utter madness it was. But at the time we were students, working behind the bar at what had become the biggest and scariest club in the world, the north west of England was awash with industrial quantities of weapons-grade MDMA and we were having the time of our ****ing lives 😀
The only rule – NEVER EVER GO IN THE ALCOVES!!!
RIP Mr Wilson
Posted 3 months ago
I could tell you a lot of toe-curling, hilarious, utterly debauched, truly terrifying stories.
My drinking bud, Alkie Malcy used to get his knob out and wave it around when the strobes were on. No one ever noticed, everyone was too busy waving their hands around.
He used to drink Poppers too, but that’s another story.
Who was the bloke who used to sit on the stage playing drums?Posted 3 months ago
Pete – next time I see you i’ll give you chapter and verse over a beer
I used to love walking into ‘work’ in the summer, about 9pm on a Saturday night, through this, in silence. With nobody there.The calm before the storm.
It really was a beautiful space. Ben Kelly did a great job of it! It used to be a yacht warehouse, you know? In the middle of Manchester City Centre? The ceiling was so high to accommodate the masts. Go figure?
When we put the lights back up at 3pm it’d look like a war zone. We’d all sit and have a beer amongst the carnage when everyone had gone. Happy days 😃Posted 3 months agowrightysonMember
Only went once and I think it was 95, it was a shared night with a club called the royal? It was **** awful in there with a powder keg atmosphere, totally different in the hacienda. I was also a regular at basics and Ronson in Leeds. With Derby being home we were also very lucky for such a small place to have progress as well.Posted 3 months ago
It should be left in the past. You can’t re-live it with an overlay of 25 years of life experiences colouring it.
You can you know.
I have no regrets, don’t feel guilty and am happy and grateful to be 50 and still alive. 🙂
Just because we’re old doesn’t make life any less fun.
In fact, I enjoy getting off my tits and dancing like a loon much more than I did as a youth.
I don’t feel stupid, I don’t worry about my appearance, I’m not ashamed about who I am or who I used to be.
I just like dancing.
The only stuff I’ve left in the past is my negativity.
Rave on, it’s a crazy feeling, as a wise man once said.Posted 3 months agoaphex_2kMember
Anyone going to watch “Beats” ? New rave film that’s out today in cinemas.
Soundtrack is pretty decent too.Posted 3 months agoscudMember
I only ever went to the Hac towards the end for a drum ‘n’ bass night having travelled across from where i was a student in York, my haunts like Wrightyson were Up your Ronson and Back to Basics, then Music Factory & Gatecrasher in Sheffield…
Then coming from the Sarf, used to end up at Bagleys on a regular basis, that was a crazy place in Kings Cross
There used to be a really dodgy “club” in the loosest word on outskirts of Sheffield, in a really industrial bit, used to open at 6am on sunday and go through to midday, so was full of absolutely wrecked people, bodybuilders and hookers, trying to think what it was called?Posted 3 months ago
“Worst” ones that I went to were Shelley’s in Stone and Wigan Pier in, errr, Wigan.
Paranoia with a threat of violence. But that could have just been me.
After Wigan I decided that I never wanted to go to a club night again…. and became a bit of a piss-pot for the next decade.Posted 3 months agothisisnotaspoonSubscriber
I can’t remember that Sheffield one either. Misty because I was warned off it!
Gatecrasher was good fun, used to collect the tickets/money from the student bars and take it down in a taxi in return for entry and as much vodca as I could handle. Think I was there (or kingdom, or fuzz) twice a week for two years until it burnt down. I’m sure there was no connection to Plug opening and kingdom getting refurbished…..Posted 3 months ago
Rusty – have you been to any of the Hacienda Classical do’s?
We went to the first on at the Bridgewater Hall. I thought it was either going to be absolutely brilliant or embarrassingly awful. Thankfully it was the former. It was brilliant. It absolutely went off in the Bridgewater Hall as well!
Well worth heading too when its onPosted 3 months agoscudMember
Well that dodgy club i used to frequent in Sheffield of a sunday morning, was this place, Niche, reading it’s history it really was a dive!Posted 3 months ago
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