Zu. You Can Come Too

There's life for those of us for whom the last minute text invite to a secret party in the middle of nowhere has lost its allure. Last night in, well a secret location, we danced with pixie-pretty women and gypsy-handsome men in what felt like a Midsummer Night's dream despite the cold April downpour outside. Artists, writers and film-makers were draped over old sofas swathed in exotic throws while fire dancers and singers took to the 'stage'. Love Punch replaced pints of lager and raw chocolate was the deepest of the sins as people talked about real stuff and danced with their eyes closed to the Polka, Tango & Gypsy Swing of The Bohemianauts…

I can't tell you more. It's a secret, passed on in whispers but I like to think of Zu as the love child of the Love Lounge, Brighton's finest party nights (and Lady Love herself was there last night, older, wiser and more beautiful than ever). Maybe it was conceived in one of those Love Lounge boudoirs that used to scare me as much as they thrilled me. I also like to think it's the wayward cousin of The Sussex House Party, just as Bohemian but maybe a little naughtier.