Clubbing on a Thursday night. You know it makes no sense whatsoever but somehow after a tequila sunrise in the Maypole and a pint of Landlord in the Mitre it just becomes inevitable. Well done to the lads who spent so much effort flyering us through the window. And well done to whoever thought of having a mashup night at the Soul Tree. And bye bye Beth, you'll be missed but I'm sure you'll keep visiting and I'll look forward to it.