I have been meaning to post this for a minute, but, to be honest, blogging about Livin' Proof last Saturday will mean I would have to relive at least a fraction of the tumultuous evening that I was subject to in the mad, bad base that was a heaving Marketplace. It was busy - ridiculously so - and had it not been my mavern mate Magdi's 28th birthday, I would have given the venue a wide berth. With excellent music and a mixed, cool crowd a great night should have been in store; instead I was met with the smell of sweet sweat and a mashed up medley of a mass of bodies. Lovely.
With thanks to the ever excellent Ollie for the pics. Peace