Held in one of London’s last remaining clubs, (bitter about the closure of the Astoria and the End-moi?!) Movida, it seemed that everywhere you looked were great -looking scenesters and über-rich totty. That is my kind of party. Unfortunately the best I can do picture-wise is this glorious one of my arm-it is so dark in that club that I couldn’t get a single decent one. Amateurish but sadly true.
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