Weekend was crazy as hell....

Caught the boiling hot tube after work on friday to Bengal Village, where Lorny was holding court at a bday dinner with about 20 guests. After the (also boiling hot) curry we went to the park in the dark to drink wine out of the bottle. Nice. (Loads of fun actually, and remeniscent of schooldays). Then we went to see The Pedestrians at the Pleasure Unit where me & Helsy shouted "crap, get off" etc at the stage until Liam asked for security to remove us over the mic. They didn't, but I bet he fervently wished they had, as Lorny later smashed up his new Gucci shades and laughed in his face. What a lovely birthday girl!

Saturday I went to work for 10.5hrs to cover Courtney's sickness rather than going to Homelands with the girls. Nevertheless, I still jumped on a train to Petersfield (where??) after work and joined them all at Homelands - albeit 12 hours late- via a deserted provincial train station, a large group of drunken chavs and an amazing cabbie. Lots of thanks to Mr Lovely Cab, who restored my faith in humankind after a gruelling day.

Homelands itself was well worth the journey but is somewhat a blur of pill-heads, Calvin Klein models, the girls acting out role-play in doctor & nurse uniforms, patchwork blankets and loud beats, thanks to a heady mix of vodka, wine, beer, laughing gas & magic mushrooms. I do rmember clearly Lorny cracking open a bottle of Moet at around 3am. That was a nice moment.

We finally got back to Mile End 26 hours after we left the house where I fell asleep in front of the telly. A strange programme called "Rich Girls", following the tempestuous and "tragic" lovelife of heiress Ally Hilfiger, was on. I got upset and passed out at the point where she took off to the family estate in Mustique to get over a break-up and declared that she must have been a tree in a former life to be blessed with such riches. I mean...really? Ms Hilfiger you did not aid me in my head-state at all that morning...