it was a party. people did party things. its running was nowt extraordinary, so i'll give you my personal highlights.
- Me dressed as Mr.T
- Simon dressed as bender from futurama
- being pseudo- bummed by one of the hosts chums
- seeing paul again after four months
- Pitying fools
- seeing Louise, she's a canny lass
- the vicar with the small child sucking on his phallus
I was ratted on Vodka. i have'nt been drunk on spirits in a long while and i was displaying some harsh behaviour (my petty jealousy heightened by booze). I also had the effect of events coming back to me later the following day, and tha rarely happens as well.
All in all a fantastic peice of partery-hostery. No pics cos my parents thought it fair to pinch my camera and take it to newcastle....
2 comments:
Sounds like riot. I almost went a party as the Queen Mother. Almost.
Hmm.
Forgot to put the useful word 'to' in that last bit. Fie, oh fie . .
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