You win some...

Memo to self: don't go to La Tasca on a wet international night. Dangerously drunk muggles filling the dance floor, hardly any women; and I couldn't leave early because I'd arranged to pick my daughter up from a party at 1am. I was assured by several people that it's usually really good. Music was good (Than) and I managed one good dance trying to keep Louise out of the way of lurching idiots, but I'd had enough by half twelve. Jordy and Sofia were just arriving as I left - I hope they had a better time than I did!