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Sumatra sighted once more

Publicity shy Vegas supremo Frankie Sumatra makes another monthly visit to Edinburgh's Ego club to spin some vinyl and preside over the extravagant night of hedonism, debauchery and drunkenness that is Vegas. As ever the members of the Vegas cult who attended this gathering were a sartorially splendid bunch of sophisticates and swingers. Sumatra spends his time holed up in the Presidential Suite of the Bellagio Hotel and Casino on the Vegas Strip and spends his time sending bizarre e-mails to the Vegas cult members informing them of forthcoming meetings, cocktail recipes, style tips and the benefits of a relaxed lifestyle. Like some latter day CEO for the Howard Hughes Organisation Dino Martini is Sumatra's emissary on Planet Earth. Ageing hipster Martini receives Sumatra's instructions and paycheck from a new and ever more beauteous Thai dancing girl each month. Martini's pad is now so packed with exotic vixens he has trouble getting over the threshold. His jacuzzi is already full of far-eastern femme fatales as is the swimming pool, patio and waterbed. He may even have to build a second garden shed to accomodate them all.

Live and direct from the Playboy Mansion

Nice sombrero

Superman and showgirl

Sir Les Patterson spills his own pint

Wise guy and friend

Wiggin' out

Willie "ladies man" Sudden

Lola Las Vegas is back!

Dino Martini, the Walter Matheau of Lounge

Having fun Vegas style
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