Tom Neville DJing on the stage Dan describes in his story, taken at around about bed time. Photo: Tom Young.

Dan's Love Riot Power Nap

We had a pretty funny phone call the other morning after Love Riot. It came from our mate Dan who'd just had a bit of a shock. I vaguely remembered seeing Dan at the start of the night, but then he just seemed to vanish. Needless to say, Dan's phone call shed a lot of light on his disappearance. Unfortunately we didn't record the call, but we thought it was only right to share his story, so we caught up with the man himself for a quick lowdown...

"Well, it's a bit of a weird one, but I'd been drinking all day at a charity barbecue to get myself prepared for the night ahead. I got pretty merry, but by the time I ended up at Love Riot I was slaughtered. Too slaughtered really. I thought maybe I should go home, but didn't really want to leave, so I decided I'd just have a quick cat nap. That way I could freshen up a bit, then carry on.


Dan shortly before taking his nap, clearly being taken advantage of in his drunken state by a predatory male (Photo: Tom Young)

I had a quick look around the place for a sleeping spot, and managed to find a little trap door underneath the stage. So I climbed in there and found what turned out to be a big double bass bag. It looked perfect, and although it was right under the DJ box it seemed okay, so I just climbed into it, zipped it up over my head and let the power nap begin.

The nap went well, that was until I got woken up about half an hour later by someone prodding me, saying "Oih! What are you doing?!" To which I of course replied "Partying". The voice said "No your not, it's half past seven on a monday morning". At that point I began to realise that the loud music had changed, and actually sounded more like a hoover than house music, the person prodding me was actually the cleaner, not Tom Neville (who was DJing above Dan when the nap began), and the party had long since finished. Luckily it was my mates mum, so she found it pretty funny. So funny in fact that while I was unsuccessfully looking for my shoes, she got straight on the phone to her daughter in Australia to tell her what she'd found, who subsequently helped let everyone else in the world know.

On the plus side I had woken up just in time to get to work which started at 8am. But it did feel a bit weird walking to work with no shoes, and weirder still that by the time I got to work, everyone there knew what had happened to me. The joys of facebook.

If anyone see's me sleeping at Love Riot again, give me a kick."


Grappling girls, just before it all went weird...