Choo choo! These kids nowadays have no idea about how to party. Ah, happy days - driving to Birch services off the M62 and picking up a map to take us to a 'rave'!
All the time back in my yoof. Maps usually directed you to a field or derelict building somewhere in Lancs or Ancoats - although one time we ended up under some railway arches in Manchester city centre with a bunch of people shooting up heroin next to us - nice... needless to say, we made a quick exit from that one. I only go clubbing occasionally now - can't believe how much it costs to get into clubs and how much the drinks are. Not like it was in my day...