Just because it reminds me of being dragged to a party by two punk/rude girl crossover ladies in my youth. Ended up in a big old house in Walthamstow that was absolutely rammed with huge skinheads. Now, with my skinhead-popular neon pink mohican, I assumed I was in line for a kicking, however, they turned out to be massively friendly and hugely into music, I should have known by the smell of the place, not glue but weed. Being smashed out of my bonce and dancing to Jamming in a room entirely packed with grinning skinheads is one of my fondest memories from back then. One of the women I was with put on Rock Lobster and I thought the vibe would come crashing down but no, another great memory is the same room totally getting down to the B52s too! Great night, happy times.