So we've been going to Ibiza for over ten years but despite this I'd never been to Amnesia. One of the island's most famous clubs has lured plenty of holiday makers into its cavernous rooms with heart thumping beats and ferocious sounds but until this week it had failed to bring us into its clutches. All that changed when our dear friend Stuart aka Jacques Lu Cont was playing there. Then we found out it was at 4am. We promptly put the kids to bed and took a disco nap ourselves then it was time for a midnight dinner at Sa Punta followed by a frozen yoghurt in the old town. Before you knew it, it was three thirty and we were being whisked backstage before Jacques made his entrance. We danced and waved until his set finished at 5.30am. I went to bed while Tom and Stuart raced off to play tennis! Smells like teen spirit.
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