And another...
Shit, why do they all involve partaking of drugs and stuff. Damn you my mis-spent youth and early to mid twenties.

Moved to Australia almost a decade ago and ramped up the partying, mainly as I was a backpacker then a student, but also because the scene in Sydney was way better than rural England.

I am now forever known as the only DJ who can summon police within two tunes of getting on the decks. This has happened several times and has nothing to do with accidentally bumping the volume slider.

The most infamous incident is at a party on a rooftop, at about 3am the police burst in and demand to speak to whoever lives in the adjoining flat. At the time there were four or five people in a bedroom doing lines of coke off a tray.

Fortunately the police didn't go into the bedroom - one headed for me on the decks and with a grand dramatic gesture, picked up the power cord and extension lead and unplugged them. I pointed out that he could have just asked me to turn it off, but nearly got arrested.

Meanwhile my mate who lived there had emerged from the bedroom just as the other copper was barking "WHO LIVES HERE? I WANT TO SEE SOME ID!", and in one fluid movement pulled his driving licence out of his wallet, wiped both sides of one edge on his trousers, and handed it to the copper.

It was the most impressive handover of a formerly-cocaine-encrusted piece of plastic i've ever seen and the thing that made it so brilliant is that pretty much everyone in the room saw it. Except Officer Gdibble.
(squirrelysquirrel, Fri 6 May 2011, 8:22, Reply)