This was a BBC2 programme broadcast prime time launching a new series.
The genre was taking folk with opposing views and making them spend time together. It made for some very engaging tv
In this episode they took a young conservative, chair of cambridge university young tories and anti drugs campaigner,
and brought him to live for a week in the home of the collective at Haz Manor in Luton, as went about our normal lives and ending the week with a pro cannabis march through central London, ending in Brockwell Park, Brixton
Haz Manor was a derelict government building squatted by the collective.
We repaired and rebuilt and made homes for the homeless, single people, couples and families.
Builders, soldiers train drivers single mums painter and decoratots plumbers and gangsters, workers the unemployed wastrels crims,
street urchins musicians and football hooligans, all races all backgrounds but mainly working class, living communally and now working together to improve their situation. And throwing an illegal rave every three weeks, like clockwork, organised with military precision, and more than a few ex military vehicles, namely three army lorries to carry the 25k stack and an armored car to lead the way. We'd have from a couple of thousand at the dance, to ten thousand at the festivals. All were free to attend, although £1 in the bucket went to the costs of the sound system.
The convoy from the meetimg point to the venue was a sight to behold, our own rolling, 1 am thousand vehicle 30mph **** off to the authorites, club owners and breweries. Hslf the crew looked like theyd just wslked off the set of Mad Max and had the vehicles to match. Exterior caged mud plugging monster 4 x 4s, menacing black US pickups, army jerps and even camo painted 2cv's policed the convoy with red flashing lights snd a red star on the side.
Scarves and face coverings were the order of the day when we assembled and moved, since a chunk of the crew were under injunction not to do what we did and the police monitored where we went, although we controlled the convoy, the meeting point and the venue
Once the we were in the police were not permitted entry.
They tried a few times in the early days and it did not go well for them. As general has alluded to, our crowd were militant
The genesis was a multi racial football firm, the migs, following Luton town fc.
Our dance was the only place where the, often warring different ethnic groups in the town gathered. And they all had crews. It had an outlaw feel, although drug dealing was not permitted as it brought too much strife. Turf wars, gangsters trying to gain control, disputes over **** desls, that sort of thing. So the rule was bring your own
White british gangs, west indian, pakistani, afghan indian and bangladeshi asian crews,, irish gypsies boyz bikers and travellers, all came together and had some,
every three weeks under the stars weather permitting, or in a warehouse when it didn't. common cause was love of dancing hatred of the way we were treated by the cops, and awareness that when we all combined we were way too strong for them. Ive never seen the energy of an Exodus rabe anywhere else, the whole convoy there as the cre broke in, an hour to set up, and from the moment the first tune erupted the whole place went for it. Astounding
Eventually, after many years the local council formalised our tenancy, charging us a 'peppercorn rent' of £1 / year.
And the duke of bedford, bedfordshire biggest landowner and therefore our most frequent target, provided us with a sanctioned venue and from then our festivals were legal, but still free
I wouldnt post these if it weren't for
a) to this day this was the best thing I've ever been a part of, it dominated my life for about 7 years, gave me a sense of belonging and purpose I've never felt elsewhere, and has shaped who i am
b) Its terrifically entertaining watching the collision of two worlds
Enjoy?
Btw, i pop up in the living with the enemy programme, but i cant remember which part. If i watch it again I'll come back with the time and part.
The cue is, were having a barbecue and tory boy suggests one of us gives up weed for the duration of the week.
Cuts to me, looking aghast.
Pony tail, lower lip piercing and a white jumper, if i remember.
Well it was the ******* 90's