Went to a totally out of control gig in Holloway Road in the mid-seventies. We were bottling cops who had riot shields (from BEHIND the house, heaving empties from the bottle stack), the street was on fire from burning couches, fences, a jap bike, anything that WOULD burn. Farkin funny.....

Heaps of arrests (excluding me) and they bashed the doors in to get at us. I nearly got stabbed for no reason by someone I didn't even know! A member of the Satans Slaves actually knocked the guy over before he got to me.

Ah, those were the days............drunk, stoned, popping anything that came along, people were shooting up in the dunny (sooo hygienic, smack was fairly plentiful back then) and the rental property got trashed.

Number 90 I think it was......there were two, 40 and 90 in the same street, but 90 had the biggest raves.