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And I got into it too; what sounded from the outside like an emergency warning siren bleating out the landing of an alien ship, became for me a euphoric unleashing of dance and dream. I pumped and jumped and boogied and lost myself in the smoke and the rhythm and the crowd; and when I ran out of steam there was always the chill-out lounge or the dazzling, darting laser lights catching specks of dust in their rays, or the magical fire-baton twirlers or the never-ending splashes of animated technicolour on the cinema-size television screens to hold my interest.

But come 3am my pillow yearned for me, crying out across the city louder than any thumping bass line. There were still another 6 hours of DJs and drug-induced frenzy to be enjoyed by the masses, and no doubt countless after-parties. But I'd had enough - I must be getting old.

Submitted by Matthew Magain