The Last Tuesday Society’s New Year’s Eve Eve Masked Ball

This December we shall punctuate the promise of the new year - only slightly before its time – with divinely impish devilment and our usual dosing of masked mischief.

Peruse the private boxes and their sinful secrets, climb high into a seedy backroom bar, 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 we entreat you to don a mask, and dance toward fresh beginnings, selves remade as heels clack, cocks crow and clocks chime, beckoning into a frost flecked dawn.