l kind of built up to it in the bedroom tho, listening to Chic & Telex 12”s, Yello, Can, some best of Chicago House cd box sets, usually stoned on my neighbour’s fairly potent skunk...this amongst my sea of Mojo-man 60s/70s classics and noisy American bands y’see. At some point I just had to take this dawning ‘understanding’ of club music / repetition to the floor. Dumped my DMs, bought some light trainers, (for dancing! yeah!) entered the club, that was it, pretty much instant conversion, though my first proper club nights were a bunch of faddish electroclash dos if I remember (my ‘gateway club sound’ as it were, because of the syntpop stuff I was already used to). Becoming a dancer was a sort of rite of passage for me, awkward little twat that I was!