I guess the classic would have been climbing out the window, but it was nine floors up at Brooklyn.

I lived in a flat on the top floor of Brooklyn for a couple of years. It has six floors, but it certainly felt like the ninth if you had to…

Those people really knew how to pull out all the stops when it came to organising a party ........

It was in Whangarei, and a sole traffic cop and a St…

The main toilet looked like a punk had exploded.

Genius.

One that I do remember all the details of, because it was my 20th, occurred in…

To be fair, I always found the cops in Chch a lot easier to get on with than the ones in my home town, Timaru. Much less aggro, much better at calming things down rather than winding them up.

I will own to having an eleven year old son...

Never fear! An idle question only. I found that having an honest face & manner worked well with the council (landlord) and coppers.

Unless I'm distractingly hot, but I suspect not.

Water is dripping from the ceiling, with the drops looking lovely when caught by the strobe while descending through the fug.

One of the nicer things I've ever seen was was light drizzle falling through the light of an outdoor strobe at a huge Mutoid Waste Company party in London.…

Dunedin, early 1980s. Only real challenge in attending University is avoiding scarfie bashers. Best means of doing so is to hang about in numbers larger than those of the South Dunedinites that spilled out of passing cars with mayhem on their minds.

With that in mind, the Netherworld Dancing…

I came across an old flatmate on the web a few months ago (did a quick search, after another flatmate wondered what had became of him). I made contact with this august gentleman, now living & working in the Middle East & there followed…

A van arrives as the moon rises. Out pours Dave Mathews and Trey and lads from Phish. Proceed to blow me far away…

I was the only kiwi in a flat that had been 'the international flat' in someone's masters on flatting in Wellington – somewhat like The Spanish Apartment. It was a large and cheerful place! We had some pretty awesome parties there, but…

Aw, g'wan. We have a few Ihug alumni in the crowd, so it'd be fun! In fact, I demand you tell at least the more seemly parts of the story.

I was trying to remember all the details, so I checked up on my 1997 diary, and was so amused…

I got some transformers and one of my friends cried out of jealousy.

My twenty-first birthday party.

I got transformed by booze and puked my guts out of my bedroom window.

My upcoming thrity-first birthday I'll just be happy with transformers again thanks.

But back to the subject of awesome parties. I was thinking that maybe the 1997 Ihug Christmas party falls into this category. But then again, the less said about it in a public forum, the better.

Aw, g'wan. We have a few Ihug alumni in the crowd, so it'd be…

Did you cry about it in your LiveJournal? ;-)

Hey, if I want to cry about something, I do it here. To be an emo, one needs the biggest audience possible.

But back to the subject of awesome parties. I was thinking that maybe the 1997 Ihug Christmas party falls…

No it would've been 86, Russell (you'll note I was vague about the date). David, I and Sheryl Morris shared the place (I lived there until 1991) and I didn't return to NZ until Sept 85...and it was Regatta day...so 26 Jan 86 I think.

Yep. That'll be it then.…

It was only when the DJ (on a pre-arranged cue) started playing the strains of a Conga that the penny dropped. You had to be there....

Much as I am allergic to theme parties, that's bloody brilliant.

Oh, but I fondly remember the wedges, Whale Man, and how everyone wrote about it on their LJs upon returning.

Did you cry about it in your LiveJournal? ;-)

Damn you Robyn, that's the last time I invite you to my house for a game of Trinominoes, the "game of the year" in Germany in 1987!

That actually was a fairly choice party, but I sucked at Triominoes and felt alienated when everyone else was doing so much better…

You don't recall a bus-full of revellers arriving late in the piece?

I don't recall the bus, but the timing sounds about right ...

For some reason the party in Brixton sounds familiar. Late 1990 I attended a double-decker bus party, which involved a magical mystery tour around London with around fifty 24 hour party-people to the tunes of Screamadelica et al, ending up at a huge party at a Brixton squat at…

let alone one that was awesome and memorable

Damn you Robyn, that's the last time I invite you to my house for a game of Trinominoes, the "game of the year" in Germany in 1987!

My bestest party ever was when I was ten, when we dressed as pirates and…

And I denounce myself as the worst wine maker in history. I was lucky not to poison my friends.

Best/worst party, depending on your POV, involved 20 litres of home made sake. As…

Back in 1990, some friends and I had a couple of parties at a large squatted house in Brixton. The first one was pretty good, the second one was legendary.

The team, including the present owners of Wellington's Café Astoria (one of whom…

It started slow due to, of all things, a delayed America's Cup race. But then it was still going the next morning, though much slower and with more bacon and eggs.

We were miles…

1977..27 Birdwood Crescent, Parnell. a very early punk party in Ak. Massed fashion victims trying as hard as hell to pretend they were working class unemployed yobs. There were only two records...a copy of God Save The Queen…

I'm not sure why this has come about, but life isn't all that bad on the Z-list.