Following the success of the Rave 4 Haiti we held at The Den and Centro, a month back, in order to raise money for Haiti, it was only right that we gave regional supporters a chance to get involved. After funky house don Donaeo invited us to be his charity partner on Go Hard 4 Haiti, four car loads later we were at High Wycombe's Pure Nightclub.

The line up was massive, the venue was massive and spirits were high. Other than the threat of Wiley not turning up, what could go wrong? Oh yeah. Wiley, Bashy and Princess Nyah not turning up.

In all fairness, there had been a mix-up with Bashy and poor Princess had lost her voice. And we were still left with amazing talent; Donaeo, Marvell, DJ Target, Manga, Steve Sutherland, Pioneer and MOBO award-winning artist Sway had all come to show their support for the Haiti mandem.

With the £5 minimum donation in place, and our awesome street team at the ready to collect any other donations we stood outside waited... and waited... and,
erm... waited some more for people to arrive. In true raver style, the queue had swollen by 11.30pm and people started pouring in. Donaeo got the party started with a live performance, then Marvell worked their musical magic with Sway last up to bless the dance floor.

I was expecting the crowd (who faced the falling snow in six inch heels and shiny shoes) to be ready to dance, rave and have a good time. Especially having been told by ravers like Carla that "Wycombe's shit... we're not even on the map, you'll only ever hear about us on the news when there's fucking terrorist bombers in Wycombe..." But these 500 or so ravers seemed to get more enjoyment standing with their back to the wall, as if they're taking a lesson on photosynthesis from a science teacher.

Anyway - I promised Carla that we'd put High Wycombe on the map after the event and sure as hell we did. When the very stush crowd had warmed up and DJ Target spun some tunes they were booty shaking, weave flicking and funky skanking all over the dance floor. The street team, who were going around asking for any loose change, received an astounding grand total of £0 ("we were too scared they were going to put the buckets on our heads", said one volunteer. "We gave up after an hour"). As for the photographer trying to take audience snaps, he received a variety of abuse including "raising money for Hattie? Who the fuck is Hattie?" and "Why are you taking pictures of me. Go fuck yourself, you paedo!" Nice.

All things considered, by the end of the night the crowd seemed to have enjoyed themselves and we'd collectively made over £1500 on the door to give to the people of Haiti. We went home tired, partied out and pleased to be departing from Wycombe, as police lined the streets anticipating gang warfare outside Chicken Cottage. Roll on United Underground next week!