29/07/18: It was abs as far as the eye could see all Sunday long. This watermelon party had us THIRSTY. You could barely move without bouncing into a flexing muscle hunk, or a toned twunk. It was like walking into a wet dream. Rafha Madrid brought with him buckets full of those Spanish club beats, the perfect soundtrack to our afternoon of bopping. The dance floor was on FIRE. Getting hot and sweaty between two huge Spaniards was exactly what we wanted to end up doing after church on a Sunday. Monday morning was a blur of melon sludge and tinie tiny speedos strewn everywhere.
Ministry of Sound, 103 Gaunt Street, SE1 6DF
Photos by FD Photo
