It was approximately 4.50 a.m. in Ibiza: peak time on the dance floor. I was on the decks in one of the many sumptuous rooms of the superclub Pacha, spinning breakbeat on vinyl (early Noughties) and warming up for a live broadcast back to the UK.
Without warning, a Pacha henchman burst into the DJ booth, grabbed the record I was playing and pulled it off the deck.
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