In the words of Brighton's Goddess of the Decks, Dulcie Danger, "I like these morning parties... they feel naughty!". Which of course they absolutely are. If you weren't at the party and you went about your usual business on Monday morning you might have been surprised at the number of staff that were off with a mysterious case of summer flu...

The party was as fabulous as ever, with the Zap brimming with excited clubbers until long after the REALBrighton cameras had been safely tucked away. Hoorah for Mr Pete Haywood (who was due to get about three hours sleep before he needed to be somewhere on Monday morning) and for Dulcie Danger who kept us on our toes and gave us hours of fabulous sunrise sounds.