As instructed, I left my goody-two-shoes at home. Which was lucky as it happens, because so had everyone else. From gansters to pirates, skinheads to statues and plenty of rudeboys, all of which had a distinct fetish edge to them... and with DJ Who on the decks (that's not his name, I just don't know what to call him) playing the best of Old Skool & Britpop - we had fun. We had plenty of fun.

The night was put on in aid of Stonewall Equality. Hoorah for clubbers supporting good causes!