Found out about this illegal squat party thingy going on last Friday, due to take place in an abandoned toilet factory in Elephant and Castle, where a band called Ratty Rat Rat live. Better than going to the Barfly, I suppose (and probably a touch cleaner).

Talk Taxis at the squat party

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Anyway, headed down to its general whereabouts where a bloke in baggy red trousers and the kind of top you can probably only buy from a Glastonbury side stall asked me if I was there for the party, then led me down an alley and through a little door, where I had to give a girl wearing a tutu and the look of the criminally insane in her eye two quid.

It was worth it – Mystery Jets stomped the makeshift stage down with a cracking set, The Metros went mental, Talk Taxis as class as ever, and Ratty Rat Rat, who must have had to clean this whole mess up in the morning, were full of grotty rock charm.

Mental place – people pissing in the dark, suicidal teddy bear hanging from a noose from the middle of the ceiling, what seemed like the entire Skins cast cloned 50 times milling around off their collective nut-nuts.

Just before the police got involved

Rozzers shut it down at about half one AM which was a bit of an arse, although I’d finished my wine bottle so needed a top-up anyway.

Got an e-mail today from RRR’s mate today saying the place was left full of shit and vomit, but I reckon it was worth it. Although that’s probably because I had a nice warm bed to go to afterwards.

See you at the next one, deffo.