Fatboy Slim in Manchester. How could we say no?

Day raves might be my usual vibe (food, home, and a nightcap by midnight please), but Norman Cook in my own city? VIP tickets in hand, it had to be done.

It was my first time at Mayfield Depot and I’m not that sure what I think of it as a venue. I’m sure the younger ones love it, for me its just a big hanger…but there I was alongside my dancing partner in crime Carlos, and not so many of us over-40s ravers…you know the ones, born in the 70s, kids of the 80s, teens in the 90s and still out here living our best lives. Proof that we never really grow out of the music that helped became us.

The outfit stress was real (what do you wear to a Warehouse Project night in your 40s?! a constant dilemma these days). I’ve never been a Gatecrasher girl, so I played it safe with one of my favourite brands, and picked up a Scamp & Dude denim dress, with silver cowboy boots, and a matching bag. Speaking of bags… yes, I managed to lose mine in the madness. But good news, it found its way back to me a few days later thanks to the legendary lost and found team.

The whole night was just a vibe. The music, the people, the energy, the LA discoteque it was a joy. At one point I caught channeling my inner ABBA ‘Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only 44.‘ And honestly…That’s exactly how it felt.

Long live the 90s teens who never stopped raving.