...a large part of the ATCN crew descended on a bar in North London to help celebrate Illsun's birthday. Much drinking, dancing and bubbling went down and a big time was had by all. Happy birthday Illsun!
I entrusted my camera to my flatmate and instead of taking a photo of the birthday boy himself, she took a photo of his photo, like it was a funeral or something. Unfortunately she's a bit too cute to get pissed off with (see below)
She also failed to take pics of, well, pretty much everyone. Hence, this is the only other photographic evidence I can share with you:
In other news: MR W and I made our DJing debut and, despite a few technical glitches, managed to not completely embarrass ourselves. Except when we started dancing manically and whooping to every track. Then people looked at us as if we were a bit strange. Which of course we are!