All that exists now is clubs, Sourz and party people.
Mood was amazing:
A thousand people bouncing to the sound of the beats thrown out from the flaming lips of the man on stage; a crowd wowed by the twilight sounds, feet skating on the floor as though they were in the clouds; promotion people serving Sourz like it was going out of fashion - their only vow for the hours that flew like minutes to make that first moment Zing to the last. And boy did they do that.
What a night.
What a party.
Next stop Cardiff. The party Sourz are on Liam!