I remember coming out of ministry and club UK people would be giving you flyers for breakfast clubs and afters… never made it to any to be honest…
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Maybe this’ll jog a memory - our first flyer when we still thought we were doing ‘ambient vibes’ b4 we went to both mornings and it started getting messy
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Yeah that’ was the type of thing… Morning papers lol
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I remember it well, actually well is stretching it a bit. I remember it! My sister lived round the corner so the Tearooms became a bit of a regular haunt. Very messy and lots of fun.
The days when the Ministry was open til 9am, if I recall correctly, with Harvey doing the graveyard shift.
1993 was mainly spent in the Gardening Club, Feel Real & Moist and things like Strictly Rhythm at Soundshaft (?). I think.
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Confused and struggling with my identity. Enjoying the pharmaceuticals though.
I’m a Hampshire lad originally, been in Manchester since 2005.
A mate of mine used to roadie for Pete Tong and Nicky Holloway’s crew and got me into all the Do’s at the zoo, do at kew, do at the natural history museum etc. I was massively into Rare Groove and the burgeoning House scene at the time, and we used to go to a Friday night club called Harry’s House in Windsor, and the Belvedere on a Sunday.
Used to drive up to London on a Saturday, park at the Bilton Towers hotel near Marble Arch, and work my way down Oxford St into the record shops… FatCat, Flying, Red, Black Market. City Sounds in Holborn etc. I’d struggle back to the car laden with records and clothes, and drive home.
Nights at the Astoria (Made on Earth, Sin etc) were my first foray into large scale clubbing. Met my hero Frankie Knuckles. Then came trips to Ministry etc. Saw a few more idols there. Phlash, L’il Louis, Harvey, MAW etc. Great days.
Edit: Some of this might have been before ‘93.
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I did love the tea rooms. I spent my first few London years living around clapham junction and spent many days and nights there. Then all the rugger shirts moved in …
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Same!
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And me.
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Same. Albeit my folks moved out when i was 1!
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and me originally 
basingstoke 
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Cool. I grew up near Whitchurch, worked in Basingstoke for 10 years before moving to Southampton for a bit, then Manchester.
up and down the m3 every weekend to go out in the smoke all of the 90’s dunno how we did it thinking about it now.
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Kelly’s was always worth the trip… 7pm-01:am close was a bit of a downer,When the guy on the door heard you were from Southern Ireland he would tell you where to go in the club , what bar to use… We never had any hassle there but you wouldn’t hang around for to long after that’s for sure…
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It’s nuts that’s what you grew up with…
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That was In the mid 90s Kelly’s in Portrush was on par with cream and all the other superclubs, we only went to the Sasha and Digweed Nights and a miss Moneypenny s 
Portrush wasn’t the best place for Catholic s back then,I remember one b&b owner drove us to the club and picked us up when finished.
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I went with my catholic cousins and they always had a sixth sense when things were on a knife edge generally but I never felt threatened at Kelly’s. Felt more uneasy in the smaller towns and in Belfast but never when we went clubbing.
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In Kelly’s it was always great even if you ventured into the restricted zones off your head you would be fine but escorted out pretty fast… Thank god it wasn’t in the 80s 
that would have been a complete different story… We went to a death box skate demo outside Belfast on an industrial estate in 88 and that was a scary experience…
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Yeah we used to go skating in the late 80s as well and tended to get into some scary situation’s if you met the wrong group of people. It all seems so daft now but back then you just accepted it for what it was.
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Scariest situation i ever had was people chucking glass bottles at the hammersmith palais 92/93 and getting out of there asap
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My gf at uni was from Enniskillen and I spent a lot of weeks of my student summers over there in the early 90s. Her cousin lived in Portrush (his Dad was a senior RUC officer so it was always a bit terrifying going there, having to use mirrors to check under your car when you left, locking the kitchen door etc). I think the family had an old static caravan near to Kelly’s, so we used to go a bit. I remember it being absolutely mental and that it was full of 16 year old girls with their eyes popping out of their heads.
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