"Suddenly the cops are on us and it's all over. We're kicked out of the car and our driver is carted off. How are we going to get home?
Just then a copper turns to me. "Are you Peter Hook from New Order?"
"Oh, fuckin' excellent, " I think, "he's a fan."
I smile, look him in the eye and say, "Yeah, that's me. Can you drop me off in Salford please, officer?"
"Fuck off," he says, "I always preferred the Smiths."
Top night."

"Being in a group, I went to a lot of different places. But this didn't educate me. Touring should have opened my mind, opened my thinking, but whenever I came home to Manchester and the Haçienda, I'd be so glad to be home. I knew exactly where I belonged, and it was here. I enjoyed the stability. I'd go off performing all around the world with New Order, come back and find my mates sitting exactly where I left them. Thank God. Rock stars have our cake and eat it. You go away, act like a complete idiot, then return and expect a nice, quiet life. They'd ask how the tour was and all of us would say the same thing, "Quiet, you know?"
Of course, as soon as I became involved in the Haçienda, all of that changed. If you want a quiet life, take my advice: DON'T OPEN A FUCKING CLUB."

Extraído de "The Haçienda. How not to run a club" de Peter Hook.