to a copper and declared that they've been "throwing drugs in the bushes" .  This got a laugh even from the attendant filth, as if he believed ravers scattered a trail of drugs behind them pied piper style wherever they went. The coppers seemed in no mood to arrest anyone, and even an attempt by a couple of them to search the van was called off chief plod.  Angry man was eventually persuaded to open the gate, and after a couple more hiccups (the fucking van wouldn't start) we managed to get out of there. A week later a full page story appeared in the local press telling of a huge illegal rave with 'hordes of people present and speakers the size of wardrobes'.  Apparently the police had stood by and watched whilst degenerate druggies pounded out repetitive beats at huge volumes and destroyed a local beauty spot.  In fact the site had been scrupulously cleaned.  The local crew, being far more conscientious than us sketchy fuckers from London, had even fenced off an area to protect a rare breed of flower.  Every scrap of litter had been taken away and recycled. It turned out that angry man was leader of the local Parish Council or some such bigwig and had used his contacts to lie through his teeth to the press about the incident.  After numerous complaints the local paper retracted much of the story. The reason I've been telling this long winded tale is that angry man is