BONG IN BASILDON
[From Bong 45, September 2000. Words: "Red & Billy Bob".]
Summary: A glowing review of Bong's first convention in Basildon, after moving from London's Camden Palace.
The year 2000 won’t only be remembered as the start of the millennium, but for the 240 Mode fans in Basildon, it will bring back memories of the year Bong took a brave step forward into a new era of conventions. Goodbye to the familiar “comfy shoe” feel of Camden Palace and a leap forward into the unknown with a totally new idea and completely different style venue. Camden has an instant sleazy atmosphere – it’s dark and dingy making us feel at home and it matches the sensual tones of the music perfectly, so would it work having a Depeche Mode convention in the clinical setting of a hotel function room, and would the hotel staff be able to cope with mad Mode fans descending on them for a whole weekend? Yes on both counts! Admittedly it did seem odd at first, people were sat down at tables instead of wandering around the dance floor chit chatting, it felt a touch like a wedding reception, if a bride and groom appeared, they wouldn’t have looked out of place!
Travelling to Basildon was a welcome change to the usually stressful time we spend driving around central London. We had no hold ups and didn’t get lost, resulting in no nasty arguments! Having everything in house took away a lot of the normal hassles, not just for the convention weekend but beforehand too. One of the biggest problems, when the convention is held at Camden (and we’re sure many other fans will agree) is trying to find a hotel that isn’t a dump and doesn’t cost a fortune, with reasonably priced parking facilities and not too far from Camden – not an easy task. Having the accommodation already taken care of was greatly appreciated. The Post House Hotel was a great choice – and sharing a hotel with that many other Mode fans was a wonderful experience, we had the best company, good rooms, decent food and bar staff with stamina! We don’t think poor Carlos (Well that’s what we called him) slept while we were in the vicinity!
From the time we were arrived we were taken care of, we received our “goodie bags”, containing two T-shirts, two Singles Tour badges, a Singles 86-98 promo album sampler CD, an interview CD, all the relevant paperwork and wristbands needed on convention night – a really thoughtful welcome appreciated by everyone. Thanks Lynn and Michaela for all your hard work. We checked into our rooms, and after the all important trip around Basildon, we returned to the hotel and hit the bar, not that drinking was the only entertainment available – the complex boasts a cinema, bowling alley and various eating houses, but boozing was our preferred pastime! It was in the bar that we made friends with Christophe, who taught us some Belgian phrases (we’d like to say we hope he’s not “dropping his ape” while he’s reading this or we’ll have to fine him £2.00) we would explain but it’s too rude to print! It’s always a pleasure meeting up with familiar faces, we make it a rule to make new friends at every Mode related event we attend, and later that evening in a pub across from the hotel, we met Gary and Anthony (a blue version of Ant and Dec!) some of us have met up since the convention and are going to do so again sometime this week. It’s amazing how many lifelong friendships and relationships are formed each time DM fans get together.
Later still, we decided to try out one of the three night clubs on site, it wasn’t everyone’s taste, so some of us returned to the hotel bar – it was nice to have the choice of staying or not without having wasted an age travelling across London and spending a fortune on taxis, as the hotel was only a two minute walk (or piggy back ride) away, thanks Tony!! On the Saturday, it was so relaxing to be able to chill out and have a lie in (for those of us with kids at home, this was a real luxury). Breakfast was buffet style and created for all tastes and appetites. We took our time and intended catching a film at some point in the day, but after landing in the bar around lunch time, we didn’t move apart from a brief visit to Pizza Hut. “Hello” to Ella from Germany – it was a pleasure meeting you. Walking along the corridors, Mode could be heard blasting from behind the closed doors. One room in particular was like a scene from a Carry On Film – thanks to friends deciding to get ready in the same room, a kidnapped CD player, and mistaken identity resulting in the door being opened in one’s underwear. By the sound of it though, the couple next door had an even better pre-convention get together than we did. Just one question – who did get room 101?
As we’ve already said, the start of the convention did feel strange as no-one was dancing, but we soon put a stop to that. We were the first on the dance floor and we persuaded, blackmailed and generally bullied others to join us and apart from the necessary trips to the bar, that’s where we stayed for most of the duration. What a damn good time we had, the atmosphere soon built up and became just as good as all the other conventions we’ve attended, an added bonus with all the advantages this venue provided. The buffet was fantastic and helped soak up many a person’s beer over-indulgence. Those who’d attended under sufferance at their partner’s request could take themselves off to their rooms, and those football crazies were able to sneak off to the main bar to watch the highlights! The night included all the usual competitions we’ve come to expect at conventions, plus the messages from the band – which were received with applause, but Dave’s message about the Band’s future plans caused an uproar – there were screams and shouts of pure joy and the whole place felt charged with electricity. As always the convention suddenly came to an end, just where had the time gone? The last track, in typical Mode fashion, was Everything Counts – everyone just carried on singing, well after the music ended and the lights had come on. At about 1.30am, as we made our way to the general bar still buzzing and ready for more, the fire alarm went off and we were evacuated. When a hotel is cleared in the early hours of the morning, you’d normally expect the residents to be in their night wear, but when the fire brigade arrived, they were confronted by a sea of black clad bodies chanting “the grabbing hands grab all they can, everything counts in large amounts”. Who knows what they were thinking!! More partying went on ‘til all hours in various forms all over the hotel, but what a relief it was when bedtime came to be only a short lift ride away, instead of a long drive.
Some left early the next day much later for the others (time being influenced by the amount of alcohol consumed the night before!), we left with mixed feelings – on a high thanks to the wonderful time we’d had and hearing the band’s news, but a bit down because it was all over and time to return to normality. That is until the next time we get together!!!!