Punctuate the promise of the new year - only slightly before its time – with divinely impish devilment from The Last Tuesday Society’s usual dosing of masked mischief.

Peruse the private boxes and their sinful secrets, climb high into a seedy backroom bar that reminds you of that week you can't remember in Koh Phanganmandu, marvel at the artful artisans mingling with us mere mortals and dance the year away.

As winter rolls towards its climax and the year heaves its last shuddering sighs, The Last Tuesday Society entreat you to throw away all you once were, don a mask, and dance toward fresh beginnings, selves remade as heels clack, cocks crow and clocks chime, beckoning into a frost flecked dawn.

The Last Tuesday Society parties donate 10% of their ticket sales to CRISIS. Their last party raised over £1,000.00

Main Stage

Desmond O’Connor – Your host, the undisputed king of cabaret, a fallen angel with a ukelele, Lucifer himself descended from the lighting rig.

The Urban Voodoo Machine - gin-soaked and bourbon-fuelled, this terrifying beast of a band speaks the ancient tongue of Rock n Roll in loud, primal roars.

Chivaree Circus - At the risk of sounding less than sophisticated, your gob will be smacked, your mind boggled and you’ll be searching the floor for your jaw as Chivaree Circus offer up a spectacular show devised especially for The Last Tuesday Society.

Rumpsteppers - Esteemed maestros of the decks, these gentlemen grab tunes from all eras by the throat and force feed them bass till the beats are unstoppable, and then garnish with a maelstrom of vocal gymnastics. Never was a dance floor so dastardly delectable.

DJ Jamie Moon – The sharpest dressed DJ in London, dropping the sharpest tunes.

Plus a Carrotwaska Tea Party, private boxes, Feral and Frolic installations, The Olfactory Orchestra, The Tongue Twisters, The Scintillating Chamber, The Auditorium, The Long Window and Koh Phangmandu.

Upon your person allow to be evoked le fin de siecle, the sublimity of another world, another time where romance ran rampant alongside the decadent and depraved. Let opulence abound, indulge your carnal and coiffed delights. Think masks and mystery; top hats and under garments; Tales, coats and tails’ ruffles and bustles; shine and smut, ecclesiastical slut; byzantine glories, ottoman stories; Orion, the bitch, and the wardrobe; ballgowns and cannonballs; femme fatales; duels and jewels; cast out courtesans; banished banshees; nephilim exalted and exiled.