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Imperial Gardens, 19th January 2001 E-mail
Written by Planet Angel   
Monday, 29 January 2001

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By Ian Hunter
The wonderful Chris (he manages the chill out zone) had a special PA logo stamp with purple ink made, to mark the wrists of everyone entering, as a suprise gift to the party.

A carload of people arrive at the door of the club feeling good; three guys and a girl, they've had a call from someone inside the party and piled up the motorway from Brighton and they're in real party mode!  There's a great vibe in the air and the door crew are having a laugh with them... "Go on mate, stamp my forehead" one of them says and within seconds they've got so many purple stamps on their heads, necks and cheeks they look like they've got really bad sunburn. They spot their mates and go screaming off to the main dance room…

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By Ian Hunter
 45 minutes later… "Have some fruit" says the effervescent Roche; she's got a smile the size of the moon and a huge tray of fresh fruit in her drooping arms.  It's 30 seconds past 3 in the morning and Roche - one of four PA crew serving fruit - is in the main room. We call it the 'happening'.  With military precision, DJ U-4-I-C slips in a calm tune to catch your breath to, the lights change, and the fruit goes out.  A group of people are staring at Roche like she's a double-glazing salesman, their heads still nodding to the beat that stopped 30 seconds ago (in perfect synchronicity it has to be said).  

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By Ian Hunter
 Slowly they turn and look at each other, then back at Roche, "it's free and you guys look really hot" she beams, arms drooping lower.  Still in perfect synchronicity with the non-existent beat, they reach out and take a piece of cool melon.  One of them manages a stunned "thank you" as Roche bounces away to another unsuspecting group.  

5 minutes later, everyone in the room has got the same surprised smile on their face, they've caught their breath, eaten some fruit and calmed down…  Just in time for the mass of bodies, music and lasers to explode into movement again.  And did it ever!  Everyone logged-on to the first crashing beat and didn't log-off until 6am.

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By Ian Hunter
 To the three guys and a girl with stamp-sunburn; we don't know what jobs you have, but
when you read this review we would like to state for the record that neither Chris or anyone else at PA realised that the purple ink was indelible and would last for a week and a half.


"I don't think I have been to a club like Angel since the late '80's.
Everyone was fun, I never felt self-conscious, I chatted to some great
people (and not all of what I said and learned was rubbish).
 
I am realising that not all people in London are scared to meet
someone new.   I think that you attract a great set of people who
are genuinely good people"
Phil, Jan 2001