Facebook is a wonderful invention, isn’t it?


Not only does it provide an opportunity to procrastinate profusely during our working day (that’s if your mean bosses haven’t already enforced a ban), but it’s so easy to set up a cosy gathering of all your favourite freaks.

That’s what we did. One wittily written emailed fired out to all our friends and enemies and, before we knew it, they were spilling through the door on the big night, knocking us flying to get to the cocktail bar. Well, excuse us, why don’t you!

While the human fighting machines from Lucha Britannia were growling through their masks, and sexy Ultra Vixens in eye-wateringly tight corsets pouted on barstools, we played dutiful host and mingled.