My word. Our Anti-valentines house party was mad as hell. We had B-boy action, grindin’, red & gold balloons, tequila, cocaine (although not for me, I was happy with six bags of poke - gross) people being sick out of my bedroom window(my staff & my brother), a rock band turning up around 3/4am, arguments, reconciliations, hags, yoof, bitches, Organic burger traders called uncle Al, gay boys, straight boys & girls, lots of brothers, a rock room, a hip-hop/bashment basement, popper binges at 8am, Malaysian guys doing 3 finger push-ups on the dance-floor, people doing handstands on the dance-floor, people shagging in the bathrooms, loads of guests that I’ve never even seen before in my life. It was well wicked. I was very proud of my team, it was when they arrived that the party really kicked off. The girls, Shaz, my brother & me were dancing till 9am and shouting at everyone crashed out around us to "Get up cos the party ain't finished". we're always the last ones left standing. I so love our parties. Everyone at work is talking about it today. Can’t wait till the next one.