If you remember Juice you didn't take enough acid, kid.

Following the complete failure of the Eden *birthday spectacular*, I'm pleased to announce another night where an old fart DJ pulls out his finest fromage from yester-year and proceeds to bore the poohs out of any poor bastards who wander onto his dancefloor...

Expect pianos! wailing slags! breakdowns aplenty! hoovers! digireedoos! indecipherable italian men singing utter crap! belief in the power of american natives! and a-a-a-aciiid!!! (i'd dearly love a smoke machine and some strobe lights but OSH won't allow it, something about cancer and epilepsy or some shit)

And it's all on a wednesday night, so there's no excuse not to get really heinously shit-faced wasted! nice one smiley!!! :-)