I remember raves around that time. People wanted to have a good time, but by then the etiquette had been learnt, such that everyone danced away from each other, eye contact was avoided, there were huge spaces upon dancefloors where it used to be packed. Jungle filled a vacuum, but the rot had set in by then, really. Personal space was a must.
I went to FWD at The End a while back, and someone bumped into someone else - he was a bit drunk - and people around me went 'He's out of order', when, in actual fact, he was just a bit pissed and enjoying himself. And I thought 'I'm never, ever going to a nightclub again, and I fucking hope you casuals all stab yourselves to death, cos you ain't got a fucking clue about personal dynamics'.
I truly pity people who weren't brought up on the idea of a good ruck in front of a band, and genuinely think it's why kids are stabbing each other. Where I came from, you held a knife to the ruck, and if they were stupid enough to fall on it, then they hadn't leant nothin.
True dat.