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2009-12-15
Seeing as I missed a couple of the larger EU events, I decided to stumble over to the LFS forums to see what people are saying.
Last week i was supposed to be in Amsterdam performing at Clinic and the Thursday in Paris at Demonia.
Well that same weekend the Skin Two Rubberball also was taking place.
I think it might be the last -
here's one of the posts I found on the LondonFetishScene board (edited for easier consumption & over use of elipses):
I've an idea, let me float it to the forum.
I'm having a little soiree - very, very, exclusive.
If anyone would like to visit a secret establishment (my house which is over three stories with very narrow staircases), please send me between fifty and seventy five pounds for the privilage.
It will run a little like this: Upon arrival you will be expected to queue for fifteen minutes and then huddle like emporer penguins in an attempt to shed your outer garments into a selubrious assemblage which I shall name... erm, a pile! I will charge you £2 for charm.
A few will be privileged to a shot of punch; the others less fortunate, well diddums.
Now, please wander and take in the lavish decor which is all the rage and will be tomorrows must have look....we shall call it ...erm: 'Sparseness!'
Further listen to the new wave in clubbing - begone 'garage, rave, techno, trance' - behold 'silence' is the new sound! No, not your thing? oh ok pop to the basement I think theres a wireless there but please keep the noise down I do have neighbours you know!
Fancy a tipple? theres a tap there with H2O its the new 'free'..that will be a 'shush £5' please.
Oh, sorry were you expecting to engage in fetish activity? Well do you have a special blue smarty? unlucky you....toodle-loo
Now I seem to have misplaced your cloakroom ticket on your garment. Oh sorry what do you mean that you dressed scantilly in latex have managed to retain yours. Ok, I have an idea pop around here and rifle through everyones personel property prior to departure in a vain attempt to collect your coat. Oh and remember: this is something special, very special!
You may not realise it but me and you have just had intercourse or more bluntly ..I've F C U K ed you!
Well if nothing else at least we can say we were there when the 'King' died...expensive privilege but....'The King is dead, long live the King!'
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To clarify some things, in order to enter the couples room, one had to be in possession of a glass pebble of sorts. No one exactly knew how to get one, only that some people were given the token and some were not. Oh yes, one had to impress the staff.
Drinks including beer, wine, & water were sold at £5 but due to licensing issues (the lack of one), people that bought drinks were told to say the drink was free in case asked by permit checkers.
There were other issues too apparently. Not to mention the venue owner Edward Davenport (known for throwing parties for minors and swindling Sierra Leone out of their London embassy) has been quite popular in the news - even prior to the event: Check out:
Playboy 'lord' accused of conning stars out of £12million (daily mail)
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This was the 2nd year in a row that i've actually missed attending the Skin Two Rubberball and the first time I was actually nearby in Europe but going to another event. I kind of lost the taste for them after they shifted to the SEone venue but I really wanted to attend those and try and support what was once a bastion of fetish (both fashion and stranger rubber-based kinks) even though the magazine was obviously faltering despite last gasp attempts to resurrect itself in various forms.
I suppose this will be the last RubberBall and I'm not sure I like the idea. I kind of wish that it stopped a few years ago - instead of a giant event at a club like SEone, where most party-goers have already experienced the Torture Garden events, I think being able to keep the memory of the Hammersmith Palais would have more of a positive reminder of enjoyable times well spent for many others, not just myself.
I remember the first time I went and it was so fantastic. I really felt like it was like some kind of magical costume ball where people made an incredible amount of effort to transform themselves into something truly imaginative and exotic. oh well...
Fetish parties will continue to take place all over the world as different promoters try their hand at putting on such events. It's funny how so many newbies think that it's an easy venture and yet they really know nothing about it besides asking a couple of their friends to perform and maybe throw in a DJ that will play the latest "alt" tunes. Well, hopefully they will also learn that skimping on production will be noticed by the guests and if the one-time largest fetish event of the year can be toppled, well, all the other pawns can be swiped away just as easily.
Hmm, seemed to have gotten slightly off-topic & ranty there. Oh well. Kind of funny - or fitting - to see so many negative review on the internet about the S2 ball. Not that the internet is the sole cause of the collapse of the ball, but it is taking a part - just as it did with the fall of the magazine (well, not solely, but it helped).
Last week i was supposed to be in Amsterdam performing at Clinic and the Thursday in Paris at Demonia.
Well that same weekend the Skin Two Rubberball also was taking place.
I think it might be the last -
here's one of the posts I found on the LondonFetishScene board (edited for easier consumption & over use of elipses):
I've an idea, let me float it to the forum.
I'm having a little soiree - very, very, exclusive.
If anyone would like to visit a secret establishment (my house which is over three stories with very narrow staircases), please send me between fifty and seventy five pounds for the privilage.
It will run a little like this: Upon arrival you will be expected to queue for fifteen minutes and then huddle like emporer penguins in an attempt to shed your outer garments into a selubrious assemblage which I shall name... erm, a pile! I will charge you £2 for charm.
A few will be privileged to a shot of punch; the others less fortunate, well diddums.
Now, please wander and take in the lavish decor which is all the rage and will be tomorrows must have look....we shall call it ...erm: 'Sparseness!'
Further listen to the new wave in clubbing - begone 'garage, rave, techno, trance' - behold 'silence' is the new sound! No, not your thing? oh ok pop to the basement I think theres a wireless there but please keep the noise down I do have neighbours you know!
Fancy a tipple? theres a tap there with H2O its the new 'free'..that will be a 'shush £5' please.
Oh, sorry were you expecting to engage in fetish activity? Well do you have a special blue smarty? unlucky you....toodle-loo
Now I seem to have misplaced your cloakroom ticket on your garment. Oh sorry what do you mean that you dressed scantilly in latex have managed to retain yours. Ok, I have an idea pop around here and rifle through everyones personel property prior to departure in a vain attempt to collect your coat. Oh and remember: this is something special, very special!
You may not realise it but me and you have just had intercourse or more bluntly ..I've F C U K ed you!
Well if nothing else at least we can say we were there when the 'King' died...expensive privilege but....'The King is dead, long live the King!'
---------------------------------------------------------------
To clarify some things, in order to enter the couples room, one had to be in possession of a glass pebble of sorts. No one exactly knew how to get one, only that some people were given the token and some were not. Oh yes, one had to impress the staff.
Drinks including beer, wine, & water were sold at £5 but due to licensing issues (the lack of one), people that bought drinks were told to say the drink was free in case asked by permit checkers.
There were other issues too apparently. Not to mention the venue owner Edward Davenport (known for throwing parties for minors and swindling Sierra Leone out of their London embassy) has been quite popular in the news - even prior to the event: Check out:
Edward Davenport: The scandalous world of Britain’s most sociable socialite (the independent)
Playboy 'lord' accused of conning stars out of £12million (daily mail)
---------------------------------------------------------------------This was the 2nd year in a row that i've actually missed attending the Skin Two Rubberball and the first time I was actually nearby in Europe but going to another event. I kind of lost the taste for them after they shifted to the SEone venue but I really wanted to attend those and try and support what was once a bastion of fetish (both fashion and stranger rubber-based kinks) even though the magazine was obviously faltering despite last gasp attempts to resurrect itself in various forms.
I suppose this will be the last RubberBall and I'm not sure I like the idea. I kind of wish that it stopped a few years ago - instead of a giant event at a club like SEone, where most party-goers have already experienced the Torture Garden events, I think being able to keep the memory of the Hammersmith Palais would have more of a positive reminder of enjoyable times well spent for many others, not just myself.
I remember the first time I went and it was so fantastic. I really felt like it was like some kind of magical costume ball where people made an incredible amount of effort to transform themselves into something truly imaginative and exotic. oh well...
Fetish parties will continue to take place all over the world as different promoters try their hand at putting on such events. It's funny how so many newbies think that it's an easy venture and yet they really know nothing about it besides asking a couple of their friends to perform and maybe throw in a DJ that will play the latest "alt" tunes. Well, hopefully they will also learn that skimping on production will be noticed by the guests and if the one-time largest fetish event of the year can be toppled, well, all the other pawns can be swiped away just as easily.
Hmm, seemed to have gotten slightly off-topic & ranty there. Oh well. Kind of funny - or fitting - to see so many negative review on the internet about the S2 ball. Not that the internet is the sole cause of the collapse of the ball, but it is taking a part - just as it did with the fall of the magazine (well, not solely, but it helped).