Now I'm a few vodkas short of a distillery. Dan handed me a pile of tokens, as he's spinning the tunes tonight and doesn't drink when he's DJing - gets high on the music.

Quite a crowd. Almost everyone from work is here. But we only swallow up one small corner. And I'm staying in it. The heat is rising and sweat is dripping - no, pouring - off the ceiling. Like in a steam room. We could all do with some dry ice. Besides, I couldn't move if I wanted to.

Sylvana and her friends keep rushing up with requests. I have no idea if Dan's playing them. Surely any self-respecting DJ is going to have already organised a set.