Dancing in car parksand having Good Times.

[matthew james]

I went to Good Times in Cambridge on Saturday night.

 

At about 11.30 all was going well and we were starting to get into it, when they turned the lights on and told every one they had to vacate the building!

 

All the clubbers duly stumbled/crawled/hopped outside, and stood about wondering how long we were going to have to wait.

 

After 15 minutes and no news, the car stereos started to be switched on full volume. After another 5 minutes - the majority of the club were dancing round the open boots of the cars - shouting and screaming.

 

After an hour, they finally let us all back (still with no explanation) and we continued the night, even more full on that it had been before we left.

 

Anyway, the best memory from that whole night, is not, as you might think, that one big tune, or that one silly conversation with an unknown clubber... it was the look on the policemans faces when they stepped out of the riot van and saw 400 clubbers dancing in a car park.

 

Anyway, thats my little story. And I urge, you, if you're ever in Cambridge on the first Saturday of the month, get yourself down to The Junction. Cos' your guarenteed to have Good Times.

 

m.