THUMP's very own Safe Hands were up next. The duo kept things sweet with an edit-heavy set of swooning classicism.
Your older brother was probably concieved to Barry White records. Your younger brother's first son is about to be as well.
NTS' Mr Pedro rolled into esoteric territory schooling the revellers in the joys of basement dwelling deep disco.
The staff toting dancers used the floor as their own private promenade to dazzling effect.
Safe Hands again in their ever so fetching specially made T-shirts.
I think it was the great Peter Kay who told us that dancers aren't drinkers, and this partygoer is continuing the Wigan Casino tradition of imbibing pure sugary caffeine to ensure she can strut her stuff all night long. It's on Prelude so no wonder Pedro looks smug before slapping this one on.