Story

Me and Sophie walked into the mansion to be welcomed by a foul smell which turned out to be what can only be described as a landfill sight in the ornate kitchen. The walls and floor of the dining room were smeared with hardening industrial white paint which added to the fumes which were attacking our nasal passages. In the hall a large mahogany set of stairs was strewn with bare foot people and a small dog weaving its way through them. Pushing our way through a lively crowd of people  and avoiding a disturbingly friendly asian man at the bottom of said stairs into what must of once been a grand hall, now packed with a sea of diverse people young and old attempting to dance but having to make do with shuffling and bobbing given the sheer density of the crowd. After sliding through the main hall we reached the garden and chose to sit down on the deep grey crazy paving to smoke and decide our next move. 

After some time we met up with a few friends and stayed sitting on a wall. Someone behind me was cautiously sipping vodka out of a half smashed bottle of smirnoff. Deciding not to question anything i would see that night i carried on conversing with interchanging people. A loud ruckus kicks of by the glass panel doors. Two girls are locked in a vicious fight screeching incomprehensible insults and grappling at each others weaves. One girl ends up on the floor and gets stomped on by the other girls friends and they are eventually pulled of by some merciful strangers. After the fight died down a worse for wear girl was left shouting at everyone about the loss of her now missing finger and fighting past her friends to get back at her enemy.

We then took a trip into the bowels of the mansion through a room filled with young men covered in white paint playing a bizarre acid induced game of catch with a stiletto and a selection of choice plant pots. A deranged old man was sat in the corner of the room dividing a two gram line of what was most likely ketamine onto a bible surrounded by loud and obnoxious onlookers. Me and Sophie then walked through a clean white hallway passing a heavily pregnant women dancing in euphoria followed by the small bull terrier dog from before. The next room we entered was a huge greenhouse the length of a bus  

With a half filled swimming pool littered with beer cans and various oddities and ornate furniture we had previously seen elsewhere in the mansion. The side of the pool was lined with hoards of people sitting against the walls making walking through this room a dangerous manoeuvre for fear of the people beside you pushing you into the detritus of the once clean swimming pool. 

Beyond the pool was the garden again, strangely well kept dotted with a border of rough shrubbery, high iron fencing and a makeshift treehouse presumably assembled by the care free inhabitants of the dishevelled mansion. As we sat at the front of the house on a high red brick wall to roll cigarettes we noticed the front gate was barricaded shut and a couple of police officers were talking over their radios. We thought little of it as a police presence tonight was inevitable seeing the circumstances and volume of this party. Heading back in the kitchen we realised how badly the houses state was deteriorating throughout the course of the night, doors were now missing and a good 60% of the windows had now been smashed  for whatever reason. We sat in the clean white room that we had previously seen the hallucinating lads playing catch in and sat down with friends for the remainder of the night.

At roughly 6 o'clock in the morning a loud commotion was heard in the adjacent hallway followed by a wide eyed Rastafarian man busting open the door and belting 'the police are inside get out now', and then ran through towards the pool and shouting the same again and again until we could no longer hear him or he had left. We got caught up in a stampede of people heading out of the pool room out into the garden. Shouting and screaming could be heard inside the main hall and we soon realised there was no way out as the the hoards of riot police and dogs were cascading through the garden gate. We had to act fast and scramble up the high speared metal fence being careful not to impale our behinds in the hurry some of my friends stayed behind to assist some larger ladies in their frantic struggle whilst me and Sophie walked up the clifton road to the front of the squat to see riot van after riot van lined up the affluent street. We stayed for a while to try and help the inhabitants of the mansion see of the police but eventually left out of fatigue after an hour. We later waited for McDonalds to open and dozed off in one of the boofs reminiscing of what turned out to be the best night of our lives.