Trevor Fung is an old soulboy who was there at the birth of acid house (you could even argue he was its midwife). An early devotee of Ibiza, he mentored Paul Oakenfold and can still be found hanging out in grimy south London venues today.
What was the thing in Slough? Don’t know. It wasn’t a club; it was like a big hall. I’d been up there quite a few times. But a massive punch up broke out! We’d go up there, like three coach loads from London and then one day this massive fight broke out with people throwing bottles. I ducked behind the DJ stand. Don’t know what they was fighting about, it was like this Slough-south London thing. We got on the coach, they smashed up the coach put all the windows through. Yeah, so I’d do things with Steve Walsh, like the Lyceum that was one of the main ones. That’s how I met Paul Oakenfold. I was going to Slough, on the coach, and he sat next to us and started talking. He’d come to all these gigs before. I was probably 18 at the time.
What was he doing then? He was a chef! He’d never played music in his life! He came up, quiet guy, started talking to him and it went from there. He was always asking me these questions. What’s this? Where do you get the records from? How’s this? He didn’t know fuck all about the music, but he wanted to know. I didn’t know he wanted to get in the business, all I knew was that he was a chef and he used to come to all these gigs. I started doing these spots at a place in Dartford.