Picture the scene:
I'm in the street, walking along sending a text. A perfectly normal old boy stops me.
"What ARE those things?!"
"I'm sorry sir?"
"Those things you're all tapping away on!" points to girl "SHE has one! Tapping away!"
"Oh! Mobile phones!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Mobile telephones."
Pause
"Never heard of them!"
Walks off.
Comedy timing of a fucking genius that man.

Last night was my birthday "do".
The Thekla was hit and stay hit. We bruised it's unborn kids.
Zamuzel was there of course, rocking the absolute pinnacle of dandy fashions.
If I had been able to focus I woulda taken a photo for yous all.
We started out with vodka and Bowie videos at my still furniture-less new pad. Which slowly turned into vodka and Jewish folk music.
I think I danced most of the night away and generally brought in being closer to 30 than I care to be in a fine old style.
I want to type more but I have alcohol shakes.
But big thanks to everyone who came along and made it such a memorable night. (Even though most of them aren't members here. At least I put the sentiment out there)
xx