Photos by Robin Hearfield
At 11pm, when the club was empty, we had those doubts that every party host has – “Shit, nobody is going come. Nobody likes us. Think I will eat some worms”.
Fortunately, we avoided a diet of worms. By 12 midnight, the dancefloor was already heaving and a line gathered outside the door of Tatler as folks squeezed into our tropical basement party.
With Charlie Villas, Mike Who, Shantan Wantan Ichiban, Tropicante and Sr Bolivar throwing down Caribbean Rhythms more pineapples were kissed, inflatable palm trees were danced with, and all were merry.
Here is a mix I did to keep you going till the next party in mid-August!