Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
In some ways I find this stuff fascinating but in other ways it's a bit frustrating: "Hey look at all this really cool stuff that was happening when you were 13 and didn't have a clue!"
The regularly over-flowing toilets were the scariest thing about the Phono in '82/3 . In those days you never joined a taxi queue you just walked back up the hill to the wasteland around the Uni, usually via Tony's caf.
The Warehouse of a weekend was much more upmarket with a fair few new-romantic/proto-g*th student nurses attending as part of the attraction. Fav to the George and then the Warehouse was a regular trek.
....if I have to explain, then you'll never understand....