Five DJs tell us their Ibiza horror stories

Our Ibiza horror story only happened a couple of weeks ago on the May bank holiday weekend when we played Do Not Sleep at Sankeys Ibiza. We were all chilling, sunbathing outside our hotel at about three in the afternoon, getting fully involved and we had to do a masterclass for Pioneer at IMS at the Hard Rock Hotel. So we jump in a taxi and put our rucksack in the boot with literally our full lives in - passports, computers, two set of headphones, hard drives and all USB's, basically everything we travel with. We pull up at the Hard Rock and see some of our friends we haven't seen for a while stood outside so naturally we jump out of the taxi quite excited and start having a good chin wag.

In the meantime the taxi drives off. Eventually we meet the Pioneer lads and get to the room where they are showing us some of there new hardware and then the penny drops and we’re like "holy shit” - the bag!". We go into absolute panic mode, running round like headless chickens ringing every taxi firm in Ibiza to no avail. All the taxi firms put messages out to all their drivers about the missing bag and we go back to the hotel feeling horrific not knowing what to do. We just sit outside hoping and praying that the bag turns up...one hour passes, then two, then three, then four and by this point we are fearing the worst. We are stuck in ibiza with no passports, bank cards, computer, music and we have another six gigs over the next few days in the UK. Then at 10pm a taxi pulls up and the driver gets out, bag in hand and honestly we've never been so happy in all our lives. We slipped him 100 euros and did silly dances around the car park - moral of the story kids, never put your DJ bag in the boot of a taxi.