i remember being in that wetherspoons at liverpool st having a few drinks and it was all the lads with the skin tight jeans, even the fat lads had to squeeze into them, its an outpost of essex that pub, a beachhead, but then my mate elbowed me in the ribs and said, look at him, hes still got the spirit of rave upon him, and it was true this older man his whole body langauge, his aura, it was so open and optimistic and shimmering you could tell the Ecstasy had rewired his relationship to the world permanantly, he seemed like the only human being in the building