Judge Jules Diary Report 5th March 2012

Before we go any further, when I say ‘private jet’ in this piece, please don’t start to visualise the kind of plane you see in J-Lo or Rihanna videos. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m fortunate to be flown from one NYE gig to another. However, when I refer to ‘private jet’ just think ‘tin can with propellers’.

My New Year’s shenanigans started in Port Rush, Northern Ireland where I was playing the midnight call at the legendary Lush. I arrived into Northern Ireland with plenty of time to spare, and enjoyed a fabulous dinner with Lush promoter and friend Col Hamilton at the adjacent restaurant to the club.

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Judge Jules Diary Report 1st Jan 2012

Firstly, I would like to wish everyone a happy new year and thank everybody who’s been in touch via my social networking mediums or email over the past few weeks. Your kind words really mean a lot.

This instalment kicks off at the tail end of November, on Saturday 26th. It was a blustery night in the north east of England, containing a double header of gigs. The first port of call was Northallerton for a Koolwaters event. Pete and I arrived into Northallerton slightly unsure of our location and crept around the vicinity of the club looking for a parking space. When you park in unknown towns late at night, you tend to be selective about where you leave the car. This obviously aroused suspicion, as a few minutes later we were stopped by an unmarked police car, clearly viewing us as some kind of undesirables. Thankfully, as soon as they saw our innocent faces and sweet smiles, they let us go on our merry way with helpful directions to the venue. On arrival at the club there was a line stretching down the street and around the corner- always a good sign. The gig was great, and the DJ booth was fantastically situated -the perfect balance of not too near and not too far away from the dancefloor.

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Judge Jules Diary Report 3rd December 2011

On occasional day-long ‘business’ trips to foreign countries I feel like I should be wearing a suit and have a copy of the financial times under my arm. On Thursday 20th October I dressed rather differently from that, and headed to Holland for the annual Amsterdam Dance Event (ADE), the world’s most important dance industry conference. It’s a great opportunity to meet the people you speak to on email all year long.

Travelling with my Radio 1 producer Alex, it was an early start, as we were booked in to record a co-host show with Armin Van Buuren at 9:30am in his house in the town of Leiden. I set off for the airport at 5am for a 7am flight to AMS. It was a nice experience seeing Armin in his home environment – normally we only manage to catch-up at gigs on which we share the same bill. Armin was extremely hospitable, and after the co-host, Alex and I headed into the city to meet up with Tristan D.

At ADE, I was speaking on a panel called “Ibiza is… the new Ibiza”. Also on the bill were Mark Netto, who is the main booker and organizer behind Pacha Ibiza, Ben Turner (IMS organizer), and representatives of Amnesia and DC10 . At one point things got a little heated between some of the panelists and I, as we debated the justification behind Ibiza’s very steep club drinks prices. My argument was (and is) that if the clubs charged less money they’d actually sell more drinks. Simple economics and everybody wins.

After a catch-up with Big Nik from Ibiza in an Amsterdam coffee shop (where I didn’t partake… not my thing at all), I headed straight back to Schipol Airport for an evening flight to Manchester. My road manager Pete met me on arrival in to Manchester, and we headed straight for a gig at 53 degrees in Preston. Unfortunately the journey wasn’t long enough for a snooze, and after a brief spell catching up on emails we arrived before I’d even blinked. The event was promoted by “Taking Liberties”, who put on midweek student nights throughout the north of England. Following a loud gig, Pete and I headed back down to London, and after a near 24-hour day, needless to say I slept like a baby the whole way home.

The next outing was on Saturday 22nd October to Dunfermline in Scotland. It was a club I’d never played before, which always gets the mind ticking on how to approach an unfamiliar crowd. When we arrived I was ushered through a private entrance into a back stage room, so I had no idea how far we were from the crowd and the decks etc. I could hear the music but had no clue how busy it was, nor how the club was laid-out. After a few back stage drinks I was taken through to a packed venue with a jumping crowd – all systems go. A few hours later it was a sleep-free 6am flight, as I made part 1 of my journey to Los Angeles, via Amsterdam…

It was just as easy (and a lot cheaper) to travel from Edinburgh to Los Angeles via Amsterdam on KLM (as opposed to via London). I’m very lucky to be able to fly business class, but KLM is not the best airline – their seats are extremely uncomfortable. The only way to combat this and get decent rest was to bring a selection of pillows and cocoon myself into the seat. 11 hours later I landed in LAX, grabbed my hire car and headed for my hotel to meet up with my family (who had flown out a day earlier from London).

The first US DJ outing of the week was on my birthday, Wednesday 26th, in Orange County. OC is about an hour from LA, traffic permitting. Traffic did not ‘permit’, and it took almost two hours to cover the 35 mile journey to Anaheim. The Interstate 5 can be a horrendous freeway- it’s California’s version of the M25. Anaheim is mid way between Los Angeles and San Diego and is nicknamed the ‘armpit of California’, not because of the smell, but because it’s supposedly the hottest area of CA. The gig was at a fairly intimate venue, Heat @ Ultra Lounge. The benchmark for sound systems in US clubs is so much higher than the UK – I could feel the vibration from down the street.

The next gig was on Friday 28th, as I flew up to Las Vegas from LA. It’s amazing how many people from Los Angeles travel to Vegas for the weekend, with countless flights a day from LAX and a sardine-packed freeway for the length of the 200 mile route. I was booked to play a new club called Chateau, which is open air and directly under the Vegas mock-up of the Eifel tower. It’s always nice playing alfresco. Although Vegas gets quite cold in winter, the club had literally hundreds of stand-up gas heaters. I love Vegas and wish I could have hung-out longer, however Canada beckoned.

The next day, I flew up to Calgary in Canada for the final gig in this US mini tour. As an artist, Canadian immigration can be very painful. With a work visa that has to be collected on arrival, one can sometimes be waiting for up to 3 hours to see an immigration officer. They put you in huge line alongside students and families immigrating to Canada for the first time. For workers like me, who are coming and going within 24hrs, I think they should create a new system and have a separate line. Luckily, for the first time ever I didn’t have to wait too long and sailed straight through. The gig was at the BMO Centre in Calgary and very much a trance orientated event- just my thing. The crowd were fantastic and it would have been impossible not to have a good time. I’m trying to track down some pictures from the gig to put on the site, so if you where there then please whack them over jules@judgejules.net

Friday 4th November saw a long-awaited return to Gallery at London’s Ministry of Sound. With the chaos of the Summer, in recent months I hadn’t got to spin at my regular London gig as much as I’d have liked to. So I was very excited for Friday 4th. I finished my live Radio 1 show at 1am and headed straight down to the MoS. Gareth Emery was on before me and the club was the busiest I’ve seen it for a long time -wall-to-wall. I managed to catch the majority of Gareth’s set, which was faultless. Simon Patterson was on after me, and we left the club with big smiles all round. I recorded my set, which you can download it via the “Mix Sets” tab on the site.

Bonfire night was the next outing (if you’re not from the UK, Google it to appreciate the historical significance of the date, November 5th). Pete and I head up the M1 to Northampton for a regular haunt of mine, Fever. Traditionally I’d only done Fever on Fridays, but promoter Simon had suggested that I played on a couple of Saturdays. I’m glad I did, the club was rammed with a big line outside. Things rocked at Fever, and it was great to see the multiple fireworks displays as we headed up (and back down) the M1 motorway from London. Does anybody know when the annoying 50 MPH limit is going to be lifted and the roadworks finished on the M1? It goes for about 20 miles and is painful in the extreme, let me know… jules@judgejules.net

On Thursday 10th November it was back to Heathrow, en route to Dubai. I flew BA from T5, departing at 9:30pm on the Wednesday evening. The beauty of a night flight is the ability to get a semi-full night’s sleep and arrive relatively refreshed into your destination. With the UAE being 4 hours ahead of the UK, I landed at about 8am and headed straight for my hotel (The Atlantis). I dropped off my stuff and hit the Karama market- I had been sent on a mission by Amanda to find her a new bag. I’ve got plenty of friends in Dubai and went out for dinner and bars before the gig at Atlantis. With Dubai being relatively strict on nightlife, all of the clubs are within hotel complexes, making it very easy to get from your hotel room to the dj booth. The only down side is the strict “no drinking behind the decks” policy. Luckily, a friend kept providing me drinks just outside the booth. The club was busy, with a large expat crowd in attendance. The next day (Fri 11th) I had to dash straight back to London for my live BBC Radio 1 show.

Friday 11th was the first of three consecutive weeks of trips to Skegness for reunion parties. For those of you that aren’t familiar, ‘reunions’ are sold by the UK youth tour operators to clubbers during their summer holidays. The first of three was for Twenties’ Naughty Reunion. It’s surreal recognising so many of the faces you see at the resorts in the summer reunited in Skegness. We’re having one the mildest Novembers in history. I remember doing this exact same gig last year and there being a foot of snow on the ground.

The next day was a double header, taking in Blackburn and St Helens. The first port of call was St Helens, about 30 miles east of Liverpool, at “The Venue”. We arrived with about 20 minutes to spare and enough time for a quick drink with the promoter, before it was time to hit the decks. The next instalment was about an hour’s drive north, in Blackburn. Unfortunately, not enough time for a snooze, so Pete and I assumed our default position and discussed the day’s football results. The Blackburn show was at Warehouse One, a new venue with a corking sound system. It took me back to the early days of DJing with its basic raw feel. After a fantastic night on the road I rolled into the car and slept the entire way back to my front door in North London.

Friday 18th took in another long drive up to Skegness. Pete picked me up straight after my Radio 1 show and raced us to Skeg in great time. Week two of the reunions was the first of the “Big” reunions, completely sold out in advance. We skipped into Skegness with seconds to spare and I jumped straight on the decks, after Example, always a difficult act to follow. The atmosphere never fails and pictures will be posted on the site imminently. After a couple of interviews and downing a few drinks, Pete and I headed back to London.

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Judge Jules Diary Report 1st November 2011

It’s a great privilege doing my Radio 1 show and exposing the tunes I love to a huge audience. I hope that my passion for all I play shines through. The one disadvantage of the weekly commitment, and the finishing time, is the radius of Friday night gigs I can reach afterwards. On Friday 16th September I concluded the show at 1am, and my driver Pete whisked me 110 miles away to Evesham, which is about as far as I can realistically get to for a set after the show. It’s always a worry that I’ll turn up and the club will have thinned out, as Friday night crowds tend to go home earlier than those on Saturdays. Despite arriving at 2.30am, the club was packed and loads of people had hung around to hear me play.

The next day saw a trip to the seaside. Brighton is my favourite coastal town, sorry “city”, in the UK. I spent a lot of time there from 18 to 21 years old, as one of my closest friends was studying at Sussex Uni. Brighton is a location that never disappoints – first stop of two gigs in the city was the Shakedown festival in Stamner Park. I was booked to play the VIP arena for Hat Club, which is one of Brighton’s longest running club nights.

We arrived at the event, only to be blocked-in backstage by a sewage-emptying tanker lorry, sucking away at festival goers’ effluent through a long tube. The weather was pretty awful outside and we could hear Example on the main stage as we tried to negotiate our way past the ‘shit sucking’ truck. In the end we gave up, and walked the remaining few hundred yards to the VIP arena where I was DJing. Loads of old friends joined me during my set including Ben Gill, who was the first promoter outside of London to book me back in the early 90s. Everybody had few drinks, and when it came to the end of the event Ben and a couple of his mates tried to squeeze in my car. This wasn’t going to happen as we were already full to capacity. Ben managed to get into a hilarious state, and we waved goodbye to my old friend. As we drove off we saw him vomiting in a quiet corner.

Later that night I was booked to play the official Shakedown after party at the Honey Club. There were a few hours to kill between sets, so a group of 8 of us went for Thai at a restaurant Tristan recommended in Kemp Town, Brighton. The owner kindly kept the place open later than usual before we headed down to the Honey Club, where my set was at 1am. On arrival at the club it was a little bit quiet, but as people made their way over from the festival ground (which is the other side of Brighton) the place got heaving and bounced nicely. I left the club immediately after my set, heading up to Gatwick for a 5:45am Easyjet flight to Ibiza for the closing party of Judgement Sundays.

With the Pound at its weakest in years, unprecedented competition, and a very shaky outlook to the global economy we have had to work harder than ever, not only to make Judgement Sundays good value for money but a true night to remember. With great attention to detail, 2011 was one of our strongest seasons to date. The line up for the closing party was massive, including Eddie Halliwell, Simon Patterson, Tristan D, Howard Donald (and of course me).

I was joined at the club by some of my old school friends. It was their first trip to Ibiza and their wide-eyed amazement at the island’s magic took me on a trip down memory lane back to my first visit to Ibiza roughly 20 years ago. It was the busiest closing party Judgement has ever had, which says it all. I can’t list everybody I’d like to thank for the season in this short column, but my biggest thanks go out to you guys for making 2011 another spectacular year.

Thursday 22nd September was the start of the Student Freshers’ season. It’s always a nice buffer at the end of a summer in Ibiza to know I’m going be travelling the length of Britain playing student events for 4-6 weeks in late September and October. On Thursday 22nd I headed to Liquid & Envy in Portsmouth. For UK DJs, the student market is bigger than ever – I was chatting to a booking agent for some of the Radio 1 daytime presenters and he commented that there’s never been such a packed schedule of student events around the beginning of term time. The club was absolutely rammed – a Thursday night that felt more like peak time on a Saturday.

The next outing was on Saturday night to SYN in Derby. Since the demise of legendary night ‘Progress’ about 10 years ago, Derby has (as far as I’m aware) somewhat fallen off the map for promoters and DJs. I’ve got some amazing memories from the city, and was naturally happy to return after a long while. SYN was the first club outside of Judgement in Ibiza in which I played a complete set using memory sticks on Pioneer CDJ2000s. Once again, the way we DJ has been revolutionised. You can carry your entire set into the club on a tiny 16 gig memory key, although for now I’m still bringing my CDs as back-up, in case of disaster. The club was packed and can’t wait for a return visit to Derby.

The next day felt very strange. I jetted off to Ibiza for the closing party of Eden in San Antonio (the club’s seasonal closing, as opposed to my night Judgement Sundays, which had closed a week earlier). Unlike other summer Sundays, when I fly directly to Ibiza at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning, I flew from London Gatwick on an evening BA flight. This meant I could spend an extra few hours at home in London for my daughter Phoebe’s 7th birthday at a pony centre near the M25.

In Ibiza, I played just one ‘pre party’ around 11pm at Ibiza rocks bar (for Judgement I’m used to doing 5), then heading home for a sleep before my set. It was a strange luxury and I didn’t know what to do with myself. Mauro Picotto, Claudia Cazacu and The Squatters were also on the line up. I played after Mauro, and Alex from the Squatters joined me on stage. He said he hadn’t heard his tracks in a big trancey arena, so I played a montage of Squatters tunes, which put a huge smile on his face. The club had a very different feel to the Judgement closing party a week beforehand. The next day, Amanda and I had lunch at our favorite restaurant before heading home to London.

Did you make it out to Ibiza this year? If so tell me what you thought of Judgement Sundays, is there anything or any DJ you’d like to see in Summer 2012 or any improvement we can make? Let me know, jules@judgejules.net

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Judge Jules Diary Report 1st October 2011

It’s rare that I get to play a gig within London Underground distance of my house, but on Saturday 27th August I was invited back to play the mighty SW4 festival in Clapham, South London. If it wasn’t for having to play Creamfields in Liverpool straight afterwards I would have probably opted for the tube to avoid the traffic. The golden rule before any festival is to check the weather, and on Saturday 27th things looked reasonable, so I opted for my gore tex hiking boots rather than the other festival standard of Hunter wellies. SW4 was actually quite muddy, and in the artists’ reception area I quietly chuckled to myself at the amount of trendy Londoners sporting sparkling new white trainers, soon to be white no longer.

The festival was rammed to capacity, and I was invited to play on the Anjunabeats stage along side Above & Beyond and other DJs in the Anjunabeats gang. Even though I’m very close with the A&B boys, I really appreciated the invitation to play on their stage. SW4 only runs until 10pm, and I was on at 3pm, straight after Super 8 & Tab, in an arena couldn’t have been more rammed. It was my only annual opportunity to play a local London festival, and naturally plenty of mates were in attendance.

As soon as my set was over we jumped straight in the car and headed north to Creamfields. Unfortunately, the London traffic was typically awful and it took us forever to get out of the city. I was joined in the car by press duo from Zoo magazine, filming my movements for “a day in the life of” piece. I had to have a quiet word in the ear of the reporter, as he decided to start dancing in a wacky way on the stage next to me, which was a bit off-putting.

Creamfields was muddier than SW4, and there seemed to be less new white trainers knocking around. We’d intended to arrive earlier to catch some of the other acts, but due to the heavy traffic leaving London we only had about 10 minutes to spare. I played after John O’Callaghan just as the sun was setting – this can be the best time for a festival set, as everyone heads into the tents after the sun goes down. After my last tune, Pete whisked me straight to Birmingham airport for a 1am Monarch flight to Ibiza. After the long day, and amazing sets at two sold-out festivals, I kicked-back with a glass of wine and a big smile on my face.

The next night, at Judgement Sundays in Ibiza, I was paired once again with John O’Callaghan, who really tore the place apart. If you’re a regular reader of this report, you’ll know that this season in Ibiza at JS, midway through the night we have been switching ends of the club, putting our headliners on the stage at the opposite end of the club. The dynamic of changing the club round completely half way through has worked incredibly.

With two weeks’ sabbatical from BCM now concluded, on Monday 29th it was time to take the short island hop over to Mallorca once again. BCM in Magaluf is my longest-standing gig, and in the past 2 years have I developed the taste for patron (a feisty type of tequila). Playing a well-received back-to-back set, the bottle of patron fuelled things very nicely. I stayed unhealthily late in the BCM office after my set, and at 7am headed to Palma airport and back to Ibiza base camp.

There aren’t many weeks of the summer when I can spend an entire 7 days chilling in Ibiza, but the last few days of August was such a week. On Sunday 4th September it was time for another Judgement Sundays. Feeling nicely rested, I headed down to the pre parties at 9:30pm where the night begins. At Eden I was joined on the decks by Heatbeat and Marco V, amongst others. Once again, the stage set up worked fantastically and the atmosphere left other Ibiza nights standing in the shade. Check the photos in the Gallery section of the site.

On Monday Sept 5th we headed back over to Mallorca. Originally Jaguar Skills was due to join me on the decks, but unfortunately he had to cancel due to illness. Tristan D and I ended up doing a 2 hour back 2 back set. With the school holidays (and the much more expensive flight prices they generate) out of the way, early September witnesses a big boost in youth resort numbers, and BCM was heaving.

On Wednesday 7th September, Pete and I headed up to Shrewsbury to play the Onyx rooms. This was an awesome venue which used to be owned by a big leisure chain. However, private independent owners had taken over, giving the place a more personal touch. The night was promoted as a regular mid week student event. Throughout different regions of the UK a new generation of student-only promoters have become a force to be reckoned with in UK clubland, especially as they have the key to unlock the tricky midweek market. The club was rammed and I really enjoyed returning to Shrewsbury.

The following night I headed up to Dundee in Scotland for another huge student event at the University of Dundee. This time it was on-campus, promoted by the uni’s student union. Throughout their freshers’ week they had a hefty line up of artists including Nero, Kissy Sell Out and many more. It was my second consecutive year of playing the university’s freshers’ ball, and the crowd response was very euphoric.

I end this instalment in a similar way to how I started it, contemplating what footwear to wear, and choosing white trainers on a totally inappropriate day to a festival.

Inappropriately attired for the conditions, on Saturday 10th September I headed over to Ireland for the mighty Planet Love festival. I’ve played there many times in the past and the Irish crowed never fail you. I arrived at the gig around 3 hours before my set – there wasn’t much choice, because of the flight timings. I was joined backstage by John Gibbons and DJ Mog, both of whom I’ve supported a lot over the years, ending up MCing for Mog’s set on the outdoor stage. It was pretty daring of him to allow me, as I’d consumed a fair amount of vodka. He subsequently sent me a recording of the set, which included me wailing over the top. Later, I played in the main arena, managing to take some great pictures which are now live on the site.

After my set I headed to Dublin airport for an unhealthy 6am flight to Ibiza. I didn’t know until I arrived at the airport that Ryanair are experimenting with advance numbered seating at an additional cost. So far this is on Irish flights only – I hope it spreads to UK departures, as it gets rid of the hideous free-seating boarding scrum. Had I been aware I would have booked the exit row. I arrived into Ibiza feeling pretty shattered and proceeded to sleep pretty much throughout all of September 11th.

Exactly 10 years earlier, on Sept 11th 2001, I think everybody remembers what they were doing. In my case, it was in Ibiza with my wife Amanda, watching live as events unfolded.

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Judge Jules Diary Report September 11th 2011

With a 16-week Ibiza season nearly concluded, as I’m sure you can imagine, my body is feeling slightly worse for wear. As of the beginning of September, a semblance of normality sets back in, as I re-settle back in London for most of the week. This report commences at the tail end of July, and a trip to the place with the highest suicide rate in Europe, Finland. On that rather gruesome note, let’s get into things!

On Saturday July 30th I headed to the Summer Sound Festival in Helsinki, promoted by DJ/Producer/Promoter Alex Kunnari. I flew Finnair from Heathrow and Jono from Above & Beyond was also on the flight, unfortunately sitting too far away to talk to. The event was a sell-out, with Roger Sanchez headlining the House arena along with Above & Beyond and myself on the Trance stage. The night was held in a large indoor industrial warehouse and, rammed to the rafters, it was extremely warm. I’m very friendly with the Above & Beyond trio, and it’s always nice spinning alongside folk you feel extra comfortable with.

The next part of my trip wasn’t so pleasant. It involved a 5-hour flight from Helsinki to Barcelona to catch a connecting flight to Ibiza. The flight length I could deal with, but a 3 hour delay caused me to miss my connection in Barcelona. In the middle of the night I called my nocturnal friend Nik in Ibiza to re-book me on an Iberia departure later that day. Luckily I made it to Ibiza in time for the four Judgement Sundays bar-based ‘pre parties’ and raced straight into action. That night in the club (July 31st), we were joined by Kissy Sellout in the back room. I’ve played with Kissy before, but never had a chance to properly study one of his DJ sets. They are truly amazing, and technical genius would be an understatement. We were also joined by Irish legend John O’Callaghan in the main room, who started off our new stage concept for that night. It’s hard to explain without you witnessing it, but basically we switch ends of the club mid way through the night so that the headliners play on a huge purposely-constructed stage at the far end of the venue. This has been working incredibly well and the pictures are amazing. Check them out in the Gallery section of the site and let me know what you think jules@judgejules.net

The next day, Kissy & I headed over to the mighty BCM in Mallorca for our Judgement Mondays party. Kissy & I played a back 2 back DJ set, which I do weekly with my guests at BCM. This works incredibly well, as the technical set up in BCM is huge, consisting of 2 mixers & 8 decks. Judgement resident Tristan D followed afterwards, and we all left the club at 5am slightly worse for wear! The next day I headed back over to Ibiza whilst Kissy & Tristan jetted back to London.

On Thursday 4th August I flew home from Ibiza to London to guest on Zane Lowe’s DJ soundclash slot on his Radio 1 show. Zane does this weekly with different guests and I’ve featured roughly once a year. I take my hat off to Zane for originality; he really pulled some tunes out of the bag and it was a close call. From the point of finishing the show with Zane I had 90 minutes to make it from central London to an Ibiza flight at Gatwick Airport, which is around 30 miles south of the city. Tristan & I left Radio 1 and he whisked me to Victoria station where I caught the Gatwick Express, making it with time to spare. London’s public transport system can work when it wants to.

The next day, Friday 5th August, it was all about BBC Radio 1 in Ibiza. In the afternoon we drove across to new venue Ushuia to catch the early Radio 1 proceedings with Annie Mac and Example’s live PA. Later that night we headed over to Space. Nik, who looks after our stuff in Ibiza, found us the perfect private ‘green room’ and we immediately set up base. The club were very generous with drinks and we had a nice little gathering including Elliot (Example) & Talisa from X Factor/N Dubz. Deadmau5 was on before me and I periodically did voiceovers on Radio 1 during his set, as it was being broadcast live on the Essential mix. My set was on the terrace at Space, which personally I prefer to the main room. The vibe was fantastic and my sound seemed to go down very well. It was great to catch up with all the guys from Radio 1, and the following day I held my annual Radio 1 BBQ at my house on the other side of the island. It was a good opportunity for everybody to relax and let their hair down a bit.

Sunday 7th August was probably biggest line up this season at Judgement Sundays. It included Eddie Halliwell & Ferry Corsten in the main room alongside myself. Once again we used the stage and the atmosphere was truly immense – the pictures are now live on the site. I find it hard to sum up Judgement Sundays in full technicolour detail in this report – you really have to experience it for yourself. If you haven’t been this summer, I hope to see you in 2012. That’s if the world doesn’t end of course!

On Friday 12th August I didn’t have my usual Radio 1 show due to the station broadcasting Ibiza highlights throughout Friday night (including my Space set). This meant I could travel a bit further afield for my Friday night gig. When I say further field, we’re not talking Mongolia but the Isle Of Man. I was booked to play at The Court House- very appropriate for a judge. The venue is apparently a disused courthouse, although I didn’t spot a witness stand or jury gallery . The gig was fantastic, smaller than most venues I play, but sometimes the intimate ones are the best.

Back in Britain, the next day, Pete and I headed down to Berties Nightclub in Newquay. Under normal circumstances I would have visited the Cornwall branch of my family, but on this occasion Arsenal were playing their opening match of the season against Newcastle, meaning that we couldn’t leave London til 7pm. Newquay was heaving and I played a resort-style set, similar to what I would spin in Greece or Majorca- after all, Newquay is Britain’s biggest youth resort. Following my set, Pete drove me 300 miles east to Stansted airport for a 9am Easy Jet flight to Ibiza. I managed to persuade Pete to drive slightly slower than normal so I could get as much shut eye as possible before jumping on the flight. Following a quick freshen-up and a bite to eat in excellent No1 Lounge I boarded the plane and slept the whole way to IBZZZZZZ!

Sometimes, the week after the conclusion of Radio 1’s Ibiza festivities can see the island take a bit of a downturn. However, Judgement Sundays was well up on numbers compared to the previous year, so it was smugness all round. DJs joining me at Eden were Cosmic Gate, Kutski, Krafty Kuts and The Squatters. Once again the atmosphere at Judgement Sundays set the standard in Ibiza. I ended up leaving the club at around 7am nursing a particularly sore head!

That’s it for this instalment. Just before I go; Please can I ask you to spare a brief moment to cast a vote for me in this years DJ Mag top 100? You can vote by simply heaing to www.djmag.com/top100/ . More next time!

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