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Well, the excellent sleazenation's big hands kept the raindrops from falling on my head and we sang patriotic, British imperialist songs and worshipped Harmony's candle-bedecked cake AND it all sped by in a merry blur.
I only went to give the Bear a big, manly hug and he wasn't there, oh well. Such a good night and rapidly becoming a Barbelith tradition, I suspect. You all have to come along and boogie to the classics next year!
Such fun for those who want to fuck shit up to Elgar. Kit-Cat and Cherry Bomb (with gorgeous new hair) had the boyz in ill-advised shorts buzzing round and Ganesh and I were the cynosure of all perverted eyes as per usual in our leathers (a practical choice, given the tail end of Hurricane Ivan loafing in the heavy, grey skies above us).
Dudes, it was a savoury morsel to file away in the memory. Illmatic, Seldom Killer, AND Flowers would have added to the merriment but they obviously had better things to do...
Of course, Duckie finishes off the evening to perfection, even although I got stroppy with the bouncer (ill-advised, sorry Ma'am). |
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