House Party

Oof. Bit of a mad weekend. Party party. Not quite party party party but then we're all human, aren't we?

Finsbury Park strangeness on Friday - sat in the same gazebo on the same chair as I sat in at Glade. And quite a lot of the same people. A mad front room with a spinning white spiral disk and some tuff toons.

Then we had our own party on Saturday, after a delicious porcine pig-out for brunch down at the Duchess of Kent. The evening took a long time to kick off, but then hammered along with a bang. Drunken denizens. Crystals of contentment. Badass barfing. An alcoholic aberrance.

An abundance of assonance and alliteration. Arse.

Spent most of Sunday cleaning up.

Knackered now. Damn.