Wonderfully fragmented and fuzzy memories of Supacom abound:

Boudicca gifting the House of Rats with three gigantic platters of
sandwiches and copious amounts of fruit for the burners.

Dougaldutch and Pepper creeping up on me and Turtle at Liverpool St
station on Friday night. Hugs, grins and very expensive engagement present whisky all round. Ah bliss.

Pepper gifting me a gun slinging Muffin made of fimo.

The companionship that comes from sewing costumes together and
chatting while the rain patters on the kitchen window. Thanks Pepper
darling for helping with my tail.

The house filling up on Saturday with Burners all so happy to see
each other and talking nineteen to the dozen, mixing white Russians,
sewing, smoking, producing amazing gifts and bantering. Woo-Hoo!

Dougal happily posing for an impromptu photo shoot on our sofa with
a plastic pistol in my Marilyn Monroe dress at 9 in the morning.

Meeting Zootie & Zero properly when they jumped out of a taxi in my
street at 7am shouting, “That’s the house we want to go to!!!” as
Turtle and I leaned out of the bedroom window smoking.

Seeing random burners in the loos or just crashed on the floor
stroking each other with our peacock feathers in a rather e-tarded
fashion. Excellent gifting.

The Somalian chavs at the tube station calling tutu-d up Alan a
“batty man” until he silenced them with just one look.

Turtle loving every minute of his first burn event in a rather
dapper el-wire peacock waistcoat.

The string quartet in the toilets.

Seeing the virgins of our crew head straight for costume camp and
emerge with bonnets, wigs and wire mesh horns within 5 minutes of
arrival and dance for the rest of the night. Ah the warm glow.

Jo’s skittle vodka.

Intimate and lovely foot massage moments with Michelle, one of the Lotus girls, in my basement post party.

Dougal turning up at my house on Monday afternoon, once again well
medicated, and brandishing a bottle of Rose as a gift because he thought
it “looked pretty” and joining Turtle and I as we ate sushi in bed.

Oh how I love you one and all. It was, as usual, a party to remember and my burn yearn is stronger than ever.

Life is fuckin ace.