So, for once I was not able to charm my way in early or be at the head of the queue. My wife managed to snaffle a front row seat by the short catwalk in the Sub Club but it was at the start of the walk, not the end. I hid my disappointment, said hello to Daniela Flores again, and prepared to wait for the hour until the show itself.
The disguised DJ played a range of discordant and unsettling notes to bring the mood. The volume and beat rose as the witching hour of 9pm arrived in a flurry of strobe lighting.
Anyway, it is late now and the photos have almost finished backing up, so the rest of this tale will wait and here's a couple of pics as a taster.