Aah. That was a gooood party (well, if you can forgive an outdated DJ that ceased to make any further musical purchases at the close of the 1980s. Thankfully, a young indie chap turned up with an evacuee-style suitcase full of more danceable gubbins). Any night when I slide across the dancefloor on my knees has to be good, hasn't it?
Lost property awaiting collection: Park and Ride - Four Silver Spoons and a Hob Nob
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