creamygoodness

Well that was certainly a wacky old time my lovelies. As many of you know and the rest may well ahve deduced, this weekend was the birthday celebration for almostfamous, foralways and Jackie (although it's not her's until next week, but fuck it, any excuse to celebrate). There were entirely too many people to name check them all, but you were all lovely. Except TheNonStopDancer.

We started off in SGUK watering hole of choice, The Ship, for quite a few afternoon bevvies. Then a few more. And so on. Highlights included:

- Many silly hats. These were my fault, although I am hurt and wounded that almostfamous didn't wear his fez. I crie
- Murakami and Fenstarz trying to stop me from going to the toilet. I foiled those wily bastards with my cunning 'running away' stratagem.
- mat8drb made some delicious brownies, and I actually maanged to eat one this time ebfore they were all scoffed by the greedy bastwiches.
- foralways stealing my camera to take bad drunken photos AGAIN. REPEATEDLY. Still, at least she liked her pirate hat though.
- Discussing much nerdiness with Caramel. The world needs more hot girls who can talk to you about the kekkou kamen live-action film.
- Rainwolfkin wearing Not Black! Holy freaking shitballs!
- Many silly pictures taken of Barny. And ehr tongue. Pretty much par for the course though. I 'm quite fond of this one:

- I don't look all that good in a Pope Hat. Who knew? Jackie makes a good choirboy though. Now to take her into my rectory.
- OMG SCANDALZORZ! Filthy buggers.
- Meeting lovely new people such as Hurricane_Deb, Ruby_Slipups, Daisy and I'm sure there's more, as well as people I don't get the chance to talk to often enough, such as Rosscoe, Septembre, Yorkie, Hex, Lissom and so forth. This is, of course, in addition to all the faithful London hardcore, you bunch of lovely oversexed bastards
- Picking up both Zoeeeeee and Iannnnnn outside the pub and running aroundw ith them. There was a reason, I'm sure of it.
- Dear GOD it's impossible to get you bastards to go anywhere after the pub, especially when you all insist on lagging behind to cop off
- Actually managing to have a good time at Afterschool, I'm not sure how this happened. Possibly something to do with having a jack and coke, a tequila and a snakebite and black within about 5 minutes of entering the club, possibly to do with the fact that we scored some sofas, possibly because of the company
- Very bad dancing. At least I was enthusiastic though.
- Good lord that's a whole bunch of snogging.
- Actually running away from everyone after saying goodbye so as not to get caught up in one of those protracted 'getting everyone safely home and saying goodbye 15 times' things. And by the sounds of it it was a good decision too. Good thinking there Caramel

So eventually I stumbled home at half 5 and collapsed into bed. I then got up again in order to go out and start drinking again. Because I'm clever like that. This time was entirely more sedate, some quiet drinkies and food with the stragglers in Camden although I still stayed out longer than I should, and got cajoled into drinking black sambuca too, which wasn't smart.

So now here I sit in my slippers, eating some kind of insanely rich chocolate pot and orange and polenta biscuits, trying to decide what to do with myself. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. Thanks folks


And now: PICTURES!

FUCKING POPE HAT
SGUK knows how to bring the gay. Coming at ya like a slightly effete wet flannel.
tee hee!
Lookie-lookie, it's my happy place
A picture of me I like? Whoda thunk it?