The venue was gigantic, with three main rooms plus a VIP area. The first of the rooms consisted of a bar and seating area under some old brick arches and was pretty dimly lit. However, a lift upstairs took us to a brightly lit bar area, where the likes of Mark Moore were Dj'ing. Through another arch we were presented with a large brightly lit dance room with stages, light shows and dancers. This is where the main action of the night was to take place.

And what a night it was. The promoters as well as their clientele had really gone to town with as much effort put into the production of the event as the people had put into their costumes. The music was funky, if a little low at times but this didn't seem to deter everyone who was set on enjoying themselves. Everyone seemed really friendly, with a few minor exceptions,
but the security discretely and efficiently dealt with this.

By 1am the party was at its peak with everyone really going for it and enough shenanigans to entertain all. Quite a few girls had arrived in sexy little nurses' outfits and a lot of the guys were parading in some outlandish costumes. It was good to see the return of the Marlboro girls who were handing out free cigarettes to all the smokers whilst dressed in eye-catching little red garments.

The only downside to the evening was the drinks voucher scheme, which I was told was necessary to get round the lack of any drinks license at the venue. Punters had to first buy vouchers, which were then used to buy drinks throughout the night. These were non-refundable and the bar still stopped serving alcohol at 2am. In theory it might have seemed like a good idea but I wasn't convinced that it worked so smoothly. Still the promoter ensured me that it was a necessary evil, and was the only way that they could hold these parties in such unusual and exciting venues. Until such times as someone can show me otherwise I would have to agree with him.

The party held one final surprise for me. When I walked out of Pushca I was greeted by the sight of a large number of huge white limousines waiting outside the front gates. I enquired whom these belonged to, expecting to hear of some rich Arab Prince and his envoy. I couldn't have been further from the truth. Pushca had provided this fleet of limousines to ferry people onto an after-party held somewhere in the east end of London. I've never seen this done anywhere else before and I think clearly summarises the hard work and dedication the promoters had laid on in ensuring their followers that Pushca are back, and with a vengeance!