Tony the ex-patriot Yorkshireman wanders in through the Southern door and notes the replacement of the Jello pit with a hot tub with approval. He sadly informs the other cats that poor old Kishi aka Camo passed on last June so won't be along to share the fun this year, then shouts steak tartare and baileys all round for them. Now, how much room have we got for dancing - Kat looks a bit of a lost cause this year but Liz and the belly dancer might be worth asking after a gin or two. What can the band play - come to that do we have a band yet?