Terry Turbo - King Of Clubs: Sex Drugs And Thugs The One Nation Story: Sex Drugs And Thugs A Decade Of Dance

Terry was born in Kingston-Upon-Thames, Surrey on the 13th January 1971. He left school without qualifications and his first job was in the fast food world of McDonalds. As a hard worker with an abundance of common sense and a yearning to better himself Terry soon discovered a natural flair for organisation and the ability to connect with people; he could sell ice to Eskimos.

A varied career path led from cooking burgers in McDonalds to becoming an outstanding salesman to running some of the biggest dance music events in the world. After selling off all club related interests in 2003, Terry began a new career as an actor and film producer and has to date starred in and produced some amazing films on worldwide release including: Rise of the Footsoldier and Rollin with the Nines. More information at www.imdb.com . Terry is currently writing his book McDonalds to Hollywood.

Terry Turbo worked with Stuart Wheatman on King of Clubs. His other books include Cage Fighter and The Krays The Geordie Connection.

Stuart lives with his family in the North East.

IF YOURE A CLUBBER, CHANCES ARE YOUVE BEEN CLUBBING WITH TERRY TURBO.

Terrys massive One Nation, Rave Nation and Garage Nation dance empire stretched around Europe for a decade and gave 10 million clubbers a good time, every time.

From Ilford to Ibiza, from Wembley Arena to Ayia Napa, he ruled the roost, mixing with celebrities, flying round the world and living a millionaire life of champagne hedonism. But what goes on behind the scenes when the gunmen, drug dealers and gangsters come calling?

KING OF CLUBS is Terry Turbos explosive inside story of the sex, drugs and thuggery that is the dark side of the dance scene.

A RIVETING READ A WILD JOURNEY THROUGH THE RAVE SCENE Wilf Pine

TERRYS A STAR HE WENT TO THE TOP OF CLUBBING, AND HES ON HIS WAY TO THE TOP IN MOVIES Billy Murray

THE ULTIMATE INSIDER, THE TRUE KING OF CLUBS A FANTASTIC BOOK Dave Courtney

A MAN AFTER MY OWN HEART Roy Shaw

OK, lets get the obvious out the way first. Why Terry Turbo?

There are all sorts of rumours about how I came by the name; because Ive knocked a few people out very quickly; because Im always on the move, always busy; because Ive driven a few turbo-charged cars.

Sadly, its not quite that glamorous.

It came from the days of break dancing. To be precise, Break Dance: The Movie, an old skool classic (featuring Jean-Claude Van Damme as an extra in a rather fetching black leotard during the beach dance-off scene). One of the main characters, played by Michael Boogaloo Shrimp Chambers, was called Turbo. I was a break-dancer, so everyone started calling me Turbo Terry. They were taking the piss, of course, and I fucking hated it. But because it got a reaction from me, it stuck. After a while, I realised I was never going to get shake it off, so I accepted it. In the end, Turbo became a brand name and even grew on me over the years. Kind of.

Thats where my story begins with the baptism of Turbo Terry, or Terry Turbo, as I eventually became.

I was in my early teens when the film came out, and me and my mates used to break dance outside Bracknell shopping centre, having dance-offs with other crews in the area. We even went to classes run by the GMC break-dancers in a squash court in the Arena sports centre in Camberley, to hone our truly awful skills.

I lived on a council estate in Camberley, the Old Dean. It was rough then and its rougher now. Back then; we broke a few windows and nicked bits and pieces from the sweet shop. Now, kids are being stabbed to death over nothing and drugs and gang violence are the norm.

Ever since the early days, its been my Mum, my Nan, and me when she was alive. My Mum and dad split up when I was young. He was an alcoholic and a womanizer. He had a great job and a great wife but he pissed it all away, going from being a regional manager at one of the biggest supermarket chains in the country to being a taxi driver. Im not knocking taxi drivers, Im just saying he could have had everything he wanted in life and he threw it all away for alcohol. I saw the damage that addiction can cause from an early age and I didnt like what I saw. I could understand doing something that was good for you and made you stronger, but doing something that tears your family apart and makes you ill or kills you. That I couldnt get my head round. I wasted a lot of time trying to keep in touch with him but nothing ever came back. No 18th birthday card, nothing for my 21st. So I fucked him off in the end and I dont speak to him now. When they separated, me and Mum moved, and I had to go to a new school. They werent great days, early on. You know what bullies are like. If youre new, or youre not wearing the right trainers, or you wear glasses, theyll zone in on your weakness. I wasnt a confident kid. I was skinny and little for my age and I got bullied a fair bit. I didnt have that father figure to inspire me, tell me how it was, show me how to put my hands up and protect myself. I had my Mum and my Nan round me, and they were into nice stuff like going swimming, not scrapping and violence. I spent a good few years being frightened of the bullies, frightened of getting hurt, frightened of fighting. I remember one kid in particular. Mark Tyson was his name, and he was a right prick. His favourite thing was to walk up to you and punch you in the mouth. No reason, no warning, just bang! Tyson did that to me a couple of times and eventually, what with everything else going on, I realised I needed to learn how to look after myself. I went down to the Camberley Amateur Boxing Club and said I wanted to join. They obviously had a lot of this and the guy said, Yeah, you and everyone else. OK, you can come here and watch. If you still here after three weeks, and youre still interested, you can have a go.

So I went and watched. I remember thinking, I m not sure if I actually fancy this but I was still going round three weeks later so they let me join. I was 14. Once I worked out that getting hit in the face does hurt but its not the end of the world, I loved it. Six months or so into the boxing, I was stronger, fitter and much more confident.

I was in assembly one morning and this kid called Lawrence Larby started having a go at me. Mark Tyson was a mate of his and he was sitting in front. He just turned round and punched me in the face, in assembly, in front of everyone.

I said, You fucking cunt. He started, Yeah, me and you outside, later.

I said, No. Me and you. Now.

I went for him and started smashing the fuck out of him. I really went to town on him, there was blood and teeth everywhere and he had nothing to come back with. The teachers let me get on with it, they all knew he was a bully and I never had any more trouble with him or anyone else afterwards. Ironically, when I started going out raving four or five years later, I bumped into him a few times and he was all, Alright Tel, hows it going? like he was my best mate. Like I said - a right prick.

I learned a couple of important lessons from Mark Tyson.

Firstly, I learned that most people, even those who look and act hard, couldnt actually fight. Theyve got no discipline, they just flail around and they dont know how to make you miss. Once youve stood toe-to-toe with another boxer in a ring a few times, youre way ahead of the average Joe. The chances are that if you give them a good shot in the face youll knock them out.

Secondly, I learned that bullies are full of shit. Once theyve been given a good hiding, they dont want to know.

Boxing was really important to me, a great way for me to improve my endurance and test my character. From about 15, I started fighting for Camberley. I was so nervous ahead of my first fight that I spent the day puking up, right up to the first bell. I was probably dehydrated and I lost on points. After that, I knew Id lose them all if I didnt focus on winning. Mind over matter, and all that, so I changed my mental approach and that helped a lot. I also changed clubs, moving to Pinewood Star, which was quite a famous set-up. It was run by a guy called Les Stevens who had boxed John Conteh, before he won the title. A lot of good fighters came from the club. Georgie and Tony Collins and Less son, Blue Stevens, who won the heavyweight ABA title. My fourth fight was the Surrey Schoolboys Final. I was up against a kid who was ranked number four in the country. Hed had nearly 60 fights compared to my four and he beat me on points, but Im proud to say he didnt put me down and I went at him for the whole fight. The guys name was Richard Williams. Since then hes won Commonwealth and IBO titles so I think I can be proud of my showing. My record stood at eight fights. Five wins and three losses when I packed it in.