Favourite memory:

Being asked to DJ for the School of Art Christmas party. Playing a 'killer' set whilst strobe lights and lasers and smoke machines flashed everywhere.

Would have been amazing if ANYONE had come down.

Not one single person through the door. Turns out the guy who organised it forgot to tell anyone where and when it was.


Other memory:

When Dedalus did our first Halloween gig there, and they had tombstones at the front of the stage. At the end of the gig, Rob was on his knees, and ripped our tombstone off the stage and held it aloft, before throwing it into the audience.

It hit some poor fella right in the face.

I don't think he will ever forget that gig.

Unless, of course, he has.