I meant to go the MZS on Saturday to witness the carnage first-hand but I ended up crawling home from Stacey Pullen at Qbar at about 8 am (any Detroit House-lovers out there? It was the best night I've had since Derrick Carter earlier in the year) and then slept til five. Whoops.
But here and here are some piccies of my friend George doing the shuffle! He's a zombie James Bond. Hawt.