King Of The Boots was packed. I mean completely packed. RVT packed. Packed full of boys in their twenties taking mental notes, cheering the more celebrated mixes, and pondering the less familiar ones, pensive looks all round.
Like trainspotters, like CB radio enthusiasts, bootleggers are boys who never grew up. They are true kids of the 80s, mixing current pop tunes with songs from their youth - not just classic 80s pop, but the Grange Hill and Sesame Street theme tunes, Watership Down. I was surprised there were no references to Stars On 45 and Jive Bunny.
We stayed for a couple of hours, but there's only so much Eminem and Missy - and three-quid teeny tiny bottles of beer - you can take, so we fled to Barcode. But not before grabbing one of the records Osymyso flung into the crowd. Well, when someone thrusts ten inches in your face, it'd be rude to refuse, no? Bibblescronch.
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