Even whilst dancing along to "So Macho", Isn't that right Senor Sumatra!
God, I must have been drunk! I wish I could enter a plea in mitigation but dancing to such questionable songs as The Knack's "My Sharona" has weakened my case even further. My only defence is that I resolutely refused to leave the couch for Dolly Parton and Tiffany. I can't remember who finally convinced me to get up and dance ~ I suspect it was Lola, or perhaps even Venus or Miss Nevada, who along with Kylos, seemed to be particularly enjoying what could only have been "Now That's What I Call Crap 80's Music Vol 24!" Whoever was responsible has a lot to answer for. A lifetime's hard-earned street cred demolished in one moment of madness.
The question must be asked: why exactly were the cream of Edinburgh's cocktail culture gyrating their hips and getting on the good foot to such an appalling collection of dodgy 80's pop music? And with 3 of Vegas's esteemed d.j.s in attendance too! The shock waves from this explosion of musical bad taste will reverberate for quite some time.
In every other respect, of course, the party was of the highest standard with Miss Nevada's retro-styled pad an appropriately stylish location for such a gathering. Dino Martini was indeed impressively dressed as a Bond villian and his fetching feline accessory was a nice touch but the glamour provided by the assembled entourage of Vegas ladies (our hostess Miss Nevada, Lola, Venus, Lashes et al
) was certainly the most eye-catching aspect of the evening.