Worst soul nite ever.... We tried to bring soul back to the people of a one-horse town on the east/south yorkshire border back in 1992. Not saying where for fear of retributions (still). We went across mob handed from Cleethorpes with sound system in tow etc thinking we were gonna be welcomed as 'The Second Coming'. All was going ok, getting a few in, playing the tunes of the day etc and not gettin a bad reaction. About 10.00 a band of local geezers show up, with a couple of them looking decidedly, let's say, Lily Savage-ish but with an Arnold Schwarzenegger stylee on the physique front. We thought it was a piss take but apparently not. These guys were not small I can tell you. Things took a more sinister turn when the cross dressers sachayed over to the decks with record boxes in hand and informed us that if there was gonna be a northern nite in their town then they were DJing. The locals were glaring and just waiting for it to go off. So we showed our new guest DJ's how to use the decks and settled down for a night on the booze. Our 'proper' guest DJ (who shall remain nameless) was well pissed off but we told him to take his beef up with the sisters. At least we didn't have to pay our new guests! Happy days.