‘I don’t want any strippers, my wife’s in the club!’ Norman Cook aka Fatboy Slim laughed, nervously.

‘I’m trusting you Claire!’ Norman Cook aka Fatboy Slim said looking me right in the eye as I held his hand and lead him through the back-stage door, ‘this isn’t like the old days!’ He pleaded with his crooked smile… It was Norman’s birthday and we had a surprise waiting for him on stage and I was the one elected to get him there.

Mike as Popeye – eating his spinach. Claire being attacked by ‘Sharks!’
Once it turned midnight, it was the 31st July – and that made it Norman’s birthday!

I tied the blindfold tight and made sure he couldn’t peak as I lead him onto the stage, the club was full to capacity. It was historically the busiest night of the season, and the thousands were excited as we stopped the music and the whole club turned to look at Fatboy Slim – their favourite DJ. He squeezed my hand, and I removed the blindfold – he found himself confronted by a giant birthday cake, out of which burst an attractive blond showgirl dressed as a sailor. For a moment he was transfixed by the vision and thought to himself – she’s lovely! Then he caught himself realising that lovely sailor was in fact his wife, Zoe Ball, who had utterly surprised her husband – jumping out of the big cake on the Manumission stage in front of thousands of people all of which sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to him. Here he is, photographed below, still slightly unnerved – post cake with Manumission Girls, Olivia and Sharmila wearing Australian hats to represent ‘Trouble Down Under’ our Australian leg of the fantastic sea voyage of The Goodship Manumission.

Post Zoe’s cake surprise!
Welcome to Manumission…
The Goodship Manumission.

In celebration of the 50th anniversary of the fantastic sea voyage of ‘THE GOODSHIP MANUMISSION’ which followed my Dad’s maiden sea voyage around the world – he left home at 17 and joined the merchant navy, his first port of call happened to be Ibiza, where he drank a sickly sweet liquor (Hierbas Ibicencas we presume) – which he drank so much of that it had a dire consequences on his sensitive stomach and his sailors collar which was used in lieu of toilet paper! Our sea voyage followed his exact course, each week’s party representing a different port of call. Searching for paradise to find some natural disaster in each place only to find on the final week of the summer when we got back to Ibiza that paradise was there all around us – all along. It was also a comment on the music press always searching for the new Ibiza. 

Every Monday we would set sail from Ibiza Town, with our crew of Manumission Girls – all dressed in white 1950s bikinis’ and vintage sailor’s hats – on board a real sailing ship, with giant masts.

Together we would take the two-hour journey by sea to Salinas, where the theatre would begin as we were attacked by clown pirates from another boat – with a black mast that read Manumission Pirates, after winning the battle Mike did the guest list as me and The Manumission Girls gave out cava and a picnic – which was for everyone on the beach, young and old, a gift from Manumission, to get everybody in the right mood for the party as Jonathon Sa Trinxa played ‘Love Is In The Air’.

The girls on parade…
Accosted by the pirate clowns.
Love is in the air… complements of Jon Sa Trinxa…

The Motel gets Groove Armada shakin’ that ass…

Playing Manumission, staying at The Motel – ‘a real eye-opener’!!!

MC Otter had gone back to the States so we had a stand in called Gram’ma Funk. One of the lines she would say to our dancers was ‘I See You Baby, Shakin’ that Ass, Shakin’ that Ass…’

We asked Groove Armada to make a track for Manumission The Movie soundtrack, staying at the Motel for the week, playing every night in the Pink Pussy – they came back with a track called ‘I See You Baby’, inspired by their time.

Below is Gram’ma Funk on the mic, on stage in the Pink Pussy.

Gram’ma Funk at the Motel – Shakin’ that Ass…

When did Groove Armada first play on the island? – DJ Magazine interview.
Tom Findlay: “The first time we played would have been Manumission Motel, which was also my first experience of the island — and it was a real eye-opener. I came more from the soul and funk backbone, so I was playing smaller basement parties before then. It was an amazing time — surrounded by strippers and kind of mad sexuality that was completely normalised living in that house.”
Andy: “That was a real peak of what people think of Ibiza — the best part of Ibiza — it actually happened then. You were resident at Manumission for a week and you’d play the club at the bottom of the Motel every night. I can’t even begin to describe some of the characters in that place. As we left, the next people who were residents were Primal Scream. They turned up to do the same thing that we’d just done and they rolled in like, ‘Ah, fucking hell, I forgot all my record boxes!’ and Mike [McKay] from Manumission was like ‘Ah, doesn’t fucking matter’. Another — totally forgotten — memorable week.”

Fresh faced Groover, bemused by the Motel corridor.

I remember the day that young Andy first walked into our Motel bedroom with Trombone in hand. I also remember breaking into Tom and Andy’s bedroom and making them drink shots of Hierbas for breakfast, and dragging them back down the graffiti stained corridors to get back on the decks! I was a very naughty hostess!

Two chuffed Groovers, and the original demo tape for ‘I See You Baby…’

And here it is…

Carl Cox in a toga, a giant birthday cake and a Russian stripper…

– who did a ‘private’ dance for Carl in front of the entire club as he took over the decks, as I almost slipped out of the giant birthday cake which was being carried over the swimming pool so I could burst out of it singing ‘Happy Birthday Mr President’ wearing nothing but a Marilyn wig, a fake fur coat and a pair of cream vintage YSL heels.

We had visions of thousands of clubbers wrapped in bedsheets, liberated from their hotel beds! – much to our dismay the audience failed to come in costume, even though it was Carl Cox’s 35th birthday party for Manumission The Movie in ‘97, and we had a girl on the poster dressed as a Bedouin for the blatant theme ‘Laurence of Arabia’s B.Y.O Bedsheet Toga Party’.  Carl was the only one who turned up in a toga! 

He wore it right through the night and all through CARRY ON in Space for the afterhours the following morning, where we topped it off with a Tina Turner wig that suited him a little too well – I remember thinking, as we had a disco dance off on the terrace that ended with me and my sister falling into a bush…

Carry On cuddle with Carl, Mike, Claire, Jonathan Sa Trinxa & Ana Maria.

Carl was there to witness, enjoy, experience and be inspired as well have the time of his life, DJ in the main room of Manumission and the inside for Carry On in Space, then to go away and make a track inspired by all the above, for the sound track of Manumission The Movie.

The front of double sided miniature flyer Manumission/Carry On 1997. Original concept and art direction Mike & Claire, photography Phil Silcock.
The back of double sided miniature flyer Manumission/Carry On 1997. Original concept and art direction Mike & Claire, photography Phil Silcock.

The track Carl made for the movie was amazing. Here’s Carl talking about it in his own words – in a quote taken from @DJMagazine. 

As our conversation draws to an inevitable conclusion, we decide to throw a couple of quick-fire questions his way, but it’s when we quiz him on his favourite island memory that we finally manage to briefly stop him in his tracks. For a man with over three decades of experience on the island, it’s an answer he understandably doesn’t tackle lightly.

“Well…” he pauses. “It’s hard to put into words just how great Manumission was. I’ll never forget the birthday party they threw for me. I’d just turned 35 and somehow it went on for five consecutive days! [Manumission owners] Claire and Mike went all out and were just amazing hosts, and going to Space on the Tuesday after for the carry-on was just epic. Getting into that party spirit that Ibiza was known for was really amazing, and I’ll never forget those truly hedonistic times.”’

Killer Cat Strikes Again

We shot the Murder at the Manumission Motel campaign at the house of friend Jade Jagger. 

Murder at The Manumission Motel flyer campaign, art direction Mike & Claire, photography Philip Silcock.


Murder at The Manumission Motel flyer campaign, art direction Mike & Claire, photography Philip Silcock.
Murder at The Manumission Motel poster campaign, art direction Mike & Claire, photography Philip Silcock.

Excerpt from Needs Must by Kris Needs

Then there were the girls: the Pink Pussies, as they ‘d been christened. They were six of the best from New York City, headed by hostess Otter, who was notorious for the flames tattooed around her lower regions. pink-haired and usually naked, she’d stand by the stage and bring on each girl while occasionally demonstrating her finely honed moves around the pole. Otter looked after and coached the girls, each of whom was a total character in her own right: Lee-Marie was an amazing dancer, whether jerking fitfully around the groove or uncoiling like a sexy snake…

Oh la la! Manumission goes to Le Palace, Paris.

Nuptial Sheet – Mike & I spent four weeks in the French capital – to fulfill a request by Cathy and David Guetta to creatively direct and promote the end-of-fashion-week party/AIDS benefit at Le Palace, at the legendary nightclub set in the old theatre at 8 Rue de Faubourg Montmartre. We met Otter for the first time, and even though her fire-breathing pussy show is on the bill, The Guetta’s were insistent that must we do a show ourselves – this leads to Thierry Mugler’s drag queen of choice in incomparable Joey Arias to instigate a performance – a mock wedding, involving a dwarf as the best man and a condom as the wedding ring. Rankin performing a live photoshoot for Dazed & Confused, Supermodels dancing on tables, scouring junkyards with Pedro Winter, blue haired British club-kids and the best party Paris had seen in a decade. David Guetta was sent into a quivering panic for fear of his nightclub being shut down, and losing its licence. Oh la la!

‘I might as well give up DJing now’ said a much-amused Pete Tong who was
playing that very moment going out live to his substantial UK audience, as he stepped
backwards in shock and stumbled into a hole, ‘as I will never see a party to top this one!’

The below article is from Paris Max magazine – in french!

Photography Michel Figuet, make up Marco Latte.

Cowboy 78

When asked to make a compilation…

John Wayne Goes Wild Out West…

‘Well, you know’, said Mike, rubbing his head, thinking mainly about smoking another joint, ‘all the Superclubs were making compilation albums – so, of course my brother thought that we should do one too. Obviously, Claire & I disagreed with him about that – it is not cool for us to do things just for the money, selling-out, cashing in on a trend.  That would be an injustice to the party, which cannot possibly be summed up by a compilation of the same tracks that are on every other bloody compilation – the only difference being our logo stamped on it, not theirs. Manumission was much more an experience. It was practically a movement. To film it would be the only way to possibly do it justice.’ The conversation drifted to the making of the movie and cold calling the DJs and directors…

Gangs, sex, dwarfs and drugs: why no all-night rave will ever compare to Manumission

Full text from the Telegraph article below!

White Lines, the new Netflix mystery-drama set in the clubs and coves of Ibiza, captures the 24-hour hedonism of The White Isle’s party scene. Half the story is told in flashback to the mid-1990s, when an aspiring DJ called Axel relocates from Manchester to Ibiza with the goal of opening the island’s most mind-blowing club night so far.

In part a Balearic Breaking Bad, and in part a rave-infused Shameless, White Lines is a rollercoaster ride of azure seas, larger-than-life characters and banging dance music. It also features some memorable running jokes involving dogs, and an on-screen cocaine gag to rival Woody Allen’s unfortunate sneeze in Annie Hall.

But Axel’s fictional journey from the rainy city to Ibiza mirrors a real one made by two brothers in the mid-1990s. Mike and Andy McKay left Manchester and set up what became Ibiza’s largest and most infamous club night: Manumission. With lockdown likely to continue in some form, White Lines could well provide the only sun-soaked escapism that Ibiza-heads are going to get this year. 

Anticipating White Lines fever, we asked Mike and his wife Claire (who became involved later on) to tell us the Manumission story. One thing is clear: when it comes to clubbing, the truth is stranger – and a whole lot more debauched – than fiction. 

The Manumission story is one of hedonism on an almost unimaginable scale: of up to 12,000 ravers packing into the club’s myriad rooms to dance until dawn; of DJs behaving badly, of live sex on stage and of dancing dwarves; of a nonstop six-month party in a disused brothel, of police raids, and of supermodels and celebrities galore. Manumission was even responsible for one of the biggest showbiz stories of the late-1990s back home: the very public sacking of one of the BBC’s high-profile names. 

Online forums today are stuffed with misty-eyed old ravers reminiscing about Manumission nights. “Cirque du Soleil on acid,” says one old-timer. “An untouchable, unrepeatable experience,” writes another. “In nearly 30 years of clubbing, Manumission between 1995 and 1997 were the best clubbing experiences I ever had,” says a third. 

“We were trying to make one of the best parties of all time,” explains Mike, now 51, from his home north of Barcelona (he now goes by the surname McKay Davies). But, as in White Lines, things started somewhere far colder. Mike and Andy put on the first Manumission night – it means “freedom from slavery” – in a venue called Club Equinox in Manchester’s Gay Village in January 1994.

The idea was to put on a limited run of 12 weekly club nights to a “mixed gay crowd”, meaning that anyone was welcome so long as they were open-minded. Mike says lots of “big scary guys” would turn up, flinch at the idea of dancing with openly gay people, and walk away. “We kept the violent element out with their own homophobia,” he explains.

The club took off and within 12 weeks was named Britain’s top club by DJ Magazine. Its final night was on Good Friday, which also happened to be April Fool’s Day, in 1994. Deploying the type of theatrical gesture for which they would become renowned, the brothers left the club that night, mock-crucified a drag queen outside, leapt in a limousine and said they were off to New York. But they only went as far as the local service station.

It was a piece of Biblical marketing: three days later, the drag queen symbolically rose again and Manumission announced its return. It only lasted four weeks this time. Success had convinced Manchester’s rougher elements to swallow their homophobia and attend. Combined with new gang-affiliated doormen, this toxic mix came to a head one night.

“Someone was thrown out of the club because he’d been a bit aggressive. He came back with petrol, kicked the door in and doused petrol down the stairs and over my brother. He then beat the bouncers with chairs,” says Mike. “We said there’d never be any violence in Manumission. So we packed up.” It was the last one in Manchester.

The brothers went on holiday to recover. “I wanted to go to Morocco, but Ibiza was cheaper. So we went, but with a vow to go to no clubs at all,” says Mike. The vow didn’t last, and the brothers were struck by how cosmopolitan Ibiza was, away from its capital San Antonio. They decided to restart Manumission, and secured a residency in a side-room of a vast club called KU. It was so popular that within weeks they took over the whole club. At around this point, Mike met Claire, who had a job flyering for Manumission. They got together and, in the winter of 1994, decided to carry on the next summer, but bigger, bolder and brasher than before.

Nothing was now off-limits. They employed a squad of dwarves to accompany them everywhere they went, and Manumission’s Monday club nights became famous for their risqué “shows” involving performance artists. The insurgent Manumission squad became known around the island. They held parades and picnics to advertise the club. There was Lenny, the Indian Elvis-impersonator dwarf, who couldn’t swim but would leap into the club’s swimming pool so that Mike would jump in to save him. There was Otter, a performer from New Orleans who looked like Bette Davis and was known to clubbers as “Flame Girl” for her ability to shoot fire from her flame-tattooed nether regions.

Manumission became so popular that more established clubs banned dwarves and anyone wearing a Manumission T-shirt. In White Lines, Axel says that his club will be so successful that “everyone on Ibiza will know who I am”. He could have been talking about the Manumission team.

The club nights drew big international crowds. The parties were “wild and out of control,” says Claire, “but nothing bad ever happened.” Sex was a huge part of it. Mike explains: “I read an article in the New York Times in 1994 about the most legendary parties of all time, from The Rolling Stones to the Romans. And the one thing they all had in common was that they all had live sex going on. So I said to Claire, ‘This is what we need.’”

When Claire tells me a story about having sex with a performer called Renata on stage one night, I remark – a touch bashfully – that she certainly gave her all for the club. “Yeah,” she replies. “It’s very difficult to express how much we loved Manumission and how much it was our lives.” Mike says the club existed as “an alternative world where all the values are different”.

The Ibiza police weren’t entirely appreciative of these values: they threatened to close the club unless the sex stopped. One night, during an Italian-themed Manumission, Claire was in the bowels of the club talking to fashion designer Jean-Paul Gaultier about the police’s threat. Gaultier suggested that rather than toning down that night’s show, they should “do it twice as strong” in case the authorities turned up. (Meanwhile, in a scene straight out of White Lines, the club’s owner was upstairs having his fingers broken by some irate Italians. But that’s another story.) 

Sure enough, the police raided that night. Claire recalls being on stage “slathered in pasta” when the music was cut. The lights went up and 20 policemen were standing on the dancefloor. But rather than stop, a troupe of drummers simply started playing and the dancing continued. Unsure of what to do, the police left and Manumission continued. (In another White Lines-esque scene, Mike and Claire went to a police station soon afterwards to report that their dog had been kidnapped. The policeman looked up and said quietly, “Nice show.”)

But it was what happened away from the club that was most eye-popping. In the summer of 1998, the Manumission team took over a disused brothel by a roundabout near Ibiza Town, and opened the Manumission Motel. “That’s when it all went much more extreme,” says Mike. They kept the brothel’s waterbeds, stationed a dwarf on the door and had a team of New York strippers as residents. The motel acted as a never-ending aftershow venue and a place for DJs (“complete rascals, all of them,” says Claire) to crash.

The press were banned and it became a magnet for celebrities. Howard Marks, Jade Jagger and Shaun Ryder were regulars, Irvine Welsh stayed for weeks and Kate Moss spent Hallowe’en there. Zoe Ball and Norman Cook, aka DJ Fatboy Slim, got together in Ibiza and partied at the house. But it was Radio 1 DJ Lisa l’Anson who fell victim to Manumission’s charms. The BBC station had relocated to Ibiza for a week in August 1998 and I’lAnson missed her Tuesday morning breakfast show having partied at Manumission. She was given a severe reprimand by bosses and lost her job soon afterwards. “She was in the motel,” Claire says. The place closed after six high-octane months, its inhabitants burnt out.

For all the legend, not everyone was enamoured with Manumission. In the 2018 book The Secret DJ, an anonymous DJ who played there writes that Manumission was too big, and its shows were “utterly pretentious” and full of “meaningless spectacle”. Either way, by the time the club finished for good in 2008 (having moved venues), its time had passed. Ibiza had by then firmly been taken over by wristband culture, VIP areas and nightclub concierge services. Although they made plenty of money from Manumission (they won’t say how much), Mike and Claire say that flaunting wealth in Ibiza was never cool. It is now. 

The one thing the couple say they didn’t see on Ibiza is the level of crime portrayed in White Lines. Of course crime existed, but they say it wasn’t a world of which they were part. Indeed, they reckon the island’s blissed-out vibes had a calming effect on everyone. “Even the most violent criminals came to Ibiza and they’d be holding hands with their girlfriends,” says Mike.

Axel’s club in White Lines – its decadence, its size, its Colosseum-like vibe – simply wouldn’t exist without Manumission. In fact, it could be that the Netflix series itself wouldn’t exist without Manumission. Mike and Claire drop a tantalising nugget into our conversation. White Lines’s executive producer is a man called Andy Harries, whose Left Bank Pictures also produced The Crown. Harries has a place on Ibiza, and the couple met him through their plumber on the island some years ago.

When they did, they gave the producer a script that had nothing do to with their club, but yielded a number of follow-up meetings, both in Ibiza and London. “I wonder if we planted a seed,” Mike says. I have little doubt that they did.