The trouble with after parties is they're just too good - especially Wild Fruit ones. So, despite having promised myself I wouldn't, I was easily persuaded to continue my night at Rebel. 'Just for an hour', I lied...

Thankfully many of us successfully avoided the torrential showers as we made the short walk down West Street and onto the seafront. Timing is everything!

Turning the music a little more dirty, DJs Hollie and Dulcie gave the crowd just what they wanted, keeping the club heaving til the bittersweet end. Not that I'd know, of course, having left at four...