I used to live above an anarchist squat centre type thing. They were partying once and I went down on recon, to see if it was worth the assembled flatmates attending.
Cost me £3 to get in. I walked past a naked-except-for-pants green-dreadlocked lady who was breastfeeding a toddler (or a scarily large baby), straight past the literature stall to the dancefloor
Where DJ Rubbish was spinning gabba as 2 elderly-looking mongrels ran around the dancefloor, sniffing each others bottoms.