The Bounty threw another of its famous foam parties the other week. The slippery soapy action took place below deck in a specially designated area within the nightclub.

It was a bit like a giant bubble bath, occupied by a soap-sudded cast of wild ‘n wet punters having heaploads of fun.

All clothing was soaked as water and foam coated the frenzied bodies of the drunken carousers in the slimy tank.

Amid all the lather and laughter, the foam found its way into ears, noses, navels and other unmentionable orifices.

There was no place to hide, knee deep in bubbles, participants were slipping, slithering and sliding to the DJ’s funky, frothy, happy house beats.
Bubble on …