Oh God, the house party.....

Only just starting to recover enough to write about it. There were a couple of moments when I thought I was at Burning Man. I am so utterly proud of my default world friends.

Can only recall a few surreal, filthy and fabulous fragments of the night –

-Clowns fresh out of rehab (really!) absolutely fucked up and asleep in our basement, while revellers partied all around. A poignant tableau if ever I saw one.

-Naked fire-eaters in the kitchen scaring all the straight boys.

-Showgirls fucked right up on crystal meth. Ahem.

-Me and Lorn bouncing up and down on her bed yelling along to Albion and almost weeing ourselves with joy. "gin in tea cups and leaves on the laaaawn....hic"

-An utterly gorgeous and adorable stagehand wearing a ladies’ hat scampering about the house.

-Sarcastic and bored Lions

-Evil and sinister clowns



-Human Cannonballs.

-Helsy introducing me to her “roomy” from America and me scoffing loudly at the notion of an English person saying “roomy” with a straight face. Or anyone for that matter.

-Fuad turning up as a beautiful Bengal tiger and chewing on a twig all night

-Strange chavs invading and clearly being utterly terrified, ha!

-Staying in bed with the stagehand, who is called Matt the Turtle, until Monday morning and adoring every minute.

This is literally all I can remember….any comments appreciated. I will post photos later….