On Thursday 29th November 2012, Vice answered the question that has been mystifying theorists and intellectuals alike for decades: "How many rowdy hipsters can you fit under a Victorian archway?"

Answer: An absolute shit load.

Despite the intimidatingly monstrous queue of dip dye that spurred across and around the block of the venue at London Bridge engulfed by the immoral cold, Vice did anything and everything but disappoint at their double figure birthday celebrations. With an irrationally ostentatious line up and Jägermeister, Jameson and Grolsch showers being poured down each oesophagus left, right, up, down, sideways and centre, hell, there's nothing better. Well, at least not until you've left vomit traces of South London’s finest chicken and chips in the taxi home.

Vice put on a party in all senses of the word. Balloons. Free alcohol. Mark Ronson. And girls snorting naughty white powders off of pristine and polished hands in the toilets. The impressive line-up is a merge of the excellence in genre that Vice deals with, so from Crystal Castles to Wiley(even if he did cancel) and Andrew W.K. to Danny Brown plus DJ sets from Mark Ronson, Klaxons and more, there's truly something for everyone. Walking between each talented spewed room proved an endurance test as the alcoholic quick sand floor felt like walking on a muddy carpet of Wrigley's extra, whilst the claustrophobic chaos of overcrowding guaranteed constant punches to your raspberry cider soaked face.

As drug induced and whiskey soaked minds battle against the three rooms of Cable, Mark Ronson and his eclectic mix of 90s hip hop echoes around the brick-laid building. Each act became intimately involved in their performance, commanding the stage and literally becoming part of their audience or as Andrew W.K. describes in his Guide to Vice Parties video "You give everything you have from the minute it begins all the way through the end and then past the end. You have no choice to give all you've got and party as hard as possible." No one did this as naturally as Alice Glass. Violent serenades from the front woman pushed the crowd into a mini frenzy with waves of people tumbling to the ground as Glass worked her way around a sea of grabby hands. Celestially rising upon the barriers and in to the crowd, Glass slams out a vigorous blur of a set including crowd favourites 'Alice Practice', 'Baptism' and 'Plague'.

Vice know how to party. We can only hope that they start throwing funerals, bar mitzvahs and weddings.

See the remnants of our photo editor Tim Boddy's memory via his Predisposed at a Party photos