This past weekend was the Cathouse’s 27th birthday. I started taking pictures in the illustrious club near the end of 2007, so I’m counting this as my ten year anniversary.
Annoyingly, I managed to lose that Cube camera somewhere.
As is to be expected, there were various stage antics to mark the occasion.
and Stefan doing magic.
I can’t work out what’s going on here.
Oh, and it was Malcolm’s birthday too:
It’s hard to believe that I used to do this lark five nights a week, on top of uni and other work. It would definitely kill me now.
