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The Hacienda
1982

I think the popular mythology goes that the dance floor in The Hacienda was relaid in the early 90s and the bits they sold off to suckers like me was not the sacred stuff we danced our little Converse clad feet on during the halcyon days of Acid House. Anyway, whatever the case, this chunk of wood probably has more than enough of my blood, sweat and occasional tears embedded in it to make it a poignant reminder of the greatest nights of my life. It now sits beside my bed and if anyone breaks into the house during the night they will get a big chunk of cultural history around their noggin. Peace and Love.