“It was in Belgium. The driver who picked me up from the airport was having a birthday bash before my DJ set and asked me to come along 'because it would be fun', instead of staying in the hotel for a few hours...
"He took me to a field in the rain where a bunch of heavy metal bands were playing and people were running around pouring drinks over each other's heads and going mad. He didn't want to leave to drive to my gig and I didn't want to be stuck in a muddy filed listening to hard metal. I was scared I had just flown to Belgium to listen to thrash metal for the night.
“Often on gigs abroad you are totally at the mercy of the driver or promoter, especially when you cannot speak the language. In the end I persuaded him to take me to the gig. He was very drunk and almost crashed the car on the way. There was a small corridor to the DJ booth from outside the venue - so you did not have to go through the club to the DJ booth - and the smoke machine was on full blast under the stage.
"I didn't see the dancefloor or any part of the club for the entire set and was then ushered out though the same corridor. I have no idea what the club looked like or who was there! All I can remember was standing in a huge cloud of smoke for two hours and the heavy metal bands from earlier that night. “