Kathryn Magson

I've just seen this post on Facebook & shared it - talc can be absolutely lethal! I really sympathize with Karl & Trudy. I also know quite a few who people who suffer from breathing problems due to spending years breathing in the stuff on dance floors up & down the country.

Maybe I should have done that Chalky - I'm too honest for my own good......

The last all-nighter I went to was at The Twisted Wheel in 1970 when I was 19. I'd spent the previous 4 years - every weekend without fail - at some all-nighter or other totally off my head for the entire weekend! I doubt I would have lasted the night unless I'd had at least a bit of gear - certainly wouldn't have made it to the usual all-dayer on the following Sunday morning! I vaguely remember trying just once without any, just to see if I could last - everyone around me seemed to be gabbling absolute rubbish at 100 miles per hour. Made me realize how much garbage we all talked when we'd had a bit of whizz, although all I can recall is wanting to dance non-stop. I used to turn up at work on a Monday morning with blisters the size of doorsteps on the soles of my feet! But no - I really don't think it would have felt anywhere near as good without the chemical assistance. Had a great time & lived to tell the tale - still have a few friends who like to have a bit of a dabble - but I've not had any whizz since then & far too old & sensible to try it now.

Not my post, but copied & pasted from a post on facebook - thought it could be an interesting debate as today is National DJ Day... During a recent set, while I was back facing the decks, someone came by to check what I was spinning, quickly went away (faster than a ji*z, not even noticed), and shouted “bootleg” on the dancefloor. Reality is, I was spinning a Test Press of an original and affordable record (no need to outline in here seller, venues it was played before, etc.). Think I should have been asked the question in the first instance instead. Asker would have received a friendly and honest answer, and some more details about it. This farce has been highly disrespectful, in my personal opinion. Firstly to the dancers, enjoying themselves listening to the music and not to some random someone, shouting in the middle of a dancefloor, as if the World Cup was won. Probably they didn't even care about it. Disrespectful to my team, with whom I partner and work along with very well - in particular I think to who invites me regularly, putting a lot of trust and caring of me as a friend first, and for the music then. And lastly disrespected me, music passionate, and humble person. Who’s done it, already went twice through my boxes. Should have known what I own, my taste, etc. I am no soul police, nor I’m interested in getting involved with this kind of debates. I don’t care and I don’t judge what people play on their sets (OVO, reissues, boots, Mexican tostadas, pizzas, a piadina, porcelain dishes, re-vulcanised tyres, etc.) – their decision. I’m a friendly person who collects records. Someone likes me and/or my music, other don’t. That’s life. I’m wasting my time writing this to put hands forward, just in case bulls*it rumours have been spread out for my future, if there’s any. Because… In this mad and sometimes sad world, it’s so easy nowadays for people to shout angry (in person and on social media) to destroy reputations, to influence impressions on people you maybe don’t even know and make you basing your future personal interactions on this rubbish. Being passionate is great, but extreme willyw@ving might lead to (as in this case) willyw@nking. Peace & Love & Sausage Rolls