A night with the "Judge"

Well, last night was very odd!

After a family meal for James's sister (her Birthday) we ended up in Bullit (nightclub? bar? what exactly is it?) and proceeded to pay £10 to get in and have the pleasure of melting and getting trodden on for an hour and a half before Judge Jules graced us with his almighty presence..

Now, those who know me well will understand the self control needed by James and I to listen to 3 hours of dance music. Have woken up with hair that smells of an ashtray.

For your entertainment and general curiosity here is the most blurry of images of the man himself - he is the one on the left lurking behind the fat man