Memories is a quality place to be, many apologies again to all the staff who had to endure my pissed mate clambering over the bar like a little italian chimpanzee, accusing the nice bar staff of 'nickin my fookin towell'. And also thanks to the miracle worker PR who mothered me when i was lost and miraculously made my friends appear like knights in rusty armour. u aint seen the last of us...............

motherf**kers gonna drop the pressure!!!! this tunage will forever remind me of ravin into the early hours in status! specially floody droppin the pressure in a pile of broken glass while wearin flipflops! very messy, however by far the best place to go an dance off the copious amounts of alcohol you will have inevitably consumed prior to stepping onto the dancefloor full of talent!