It went off.
~ tried to persuade me to wear this shirt of his, but it was the wrong shirt
The first of my guests to arrive was none other than former operative American Guy. Sadly he didn’t stay very long, but it was nice to see him again
bitch good friend T (pictured, centre), a brilliant and profoundly disturbed young man, spent the first two hours or so of his tenure focussed with laser-like intensity on the task of building us a better stereo from found objects, including my dodgy $60 DVD player
He then proceeded to introduce the company to the seductive pleasures of Russian Cocaine (shot of vodka–> lemon wedge with white sugar on one side and ground – nb not instant – coffee on the other. Try it, you will like it)
Queen Jo was very proud of her skirt, and rightly so. Disappointed I didn’t get any better pictures of it
One bottle of the red bull concentrate was consumed between several individuals, albiet not under experimentally pure conditions
In other news, Desci was good enough to bring her last packet of NO bulbs. To my astonishment, neither she nor Semi had ever even heard of doing them from balloons. And to my dismay, I didn’t have any. They were still great though. Nitrous Oxide, children.
After cleaning up a bit on Sunday, we went out for breakfast. But completely outrageously, there apparently isn’t anywhere on Brunswick Street that does breakfast after 6pm. Huge gap in the market. We had to settle for curry