Class Of 88: The True Acid House Experience – Wayne Anthony, 1998
“Alright geez, hold this huge bag of money could you, I’ve just got to fix the smoke machine.” While you were off your tits dancing in a cowshed, Wayne, founder of the Genesis raves, was coining it hand over fist, outsmarting the filth, facing down shooters, and generally living the life of smiley. A picture of reticent modesty, the Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels of acid house.
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house music. brilliant to rush your nut off to.
I got on to this geezer and he sorted it. dibble was everywhere.
genesis - future party ultra positive vibes
I wasn't sure, but we got on to our sparks and he took one look and the party was on. it was a total fantasy dreamland, with all the top DJs. Dibble was everywhere,
but i had the necessary paperwork.
I was out of my nut.
Cash. Fucking loads of it. We counted it in secret, then did loads of peruvian flake.
genesis - transcendental wonderland party
It was a total fantasy wonderland, with 10,000 party people off their nuts. Dibble woke me up, but i had the necessary paperwork.
genesis - return to the chakradentalmentalist
We broke the doors in, and cleaned up the gaff. We had to call our sparks, and it was touch and go, but he came back and fixed the fusebox. we had 6,000 people at the meeting point. Dibble put up a roadblock, but i got up and shouted important and uplifting things at everyone.
lazers.
I chalked up a load of fat lines as we counted the money in secret, then went back to a hotel for three days with loads of birds. We spunked about 6 jib on designer clothes.
genesis - come on you nutbags
We got raided and i was gutted. Dibble was everywhere. they ruined our fantasy dreamland. we lost about fifteen jib. I got off my nut with mickey, deano, blag, and janey. I even had the necessary paperwork, but dibble weren't having it this time.
repeat until eyes bleed