An autumnal chill had descended on London like a cloak of stinging thorns, washing away the warmth of summer like the wind whipping fallen leaves from the pavement.  Sorry, long night and all, getting a bit poetic there. Anyway it was pretty chilly outside but inside Trans-MISSION the music was hot and funky, and the sullen night air didn't seem to temper the lengths of anyone's skirts!
And you could tell that the longer nights were drawing in (drawing, get it?) as the crowds were drawn to another fantastic Trans-MISSION party. 200 of you donned your fineries and descended upon The Extra Time Bar and get on down (as the picture below testifies), so with little more ado, here's the pictures from another super night. |
