Party detritus:
About one thousand jelly sweets. Damn you all, you ate them last year with joyous gluttony
44 empty bottles (including one no longer containing lemon vodka, one Canarian honey liqueur - thanks Andy and Sue! - and one Talisker)
10 empty cans (inc. two which contained pre-mixed vodka and coke - uck)
A great deal of plastic cups containing aforementioned honey liqueur. Was I alone in thinking it delicious?
3 half empty bottles (one red, one white, one obscure banana liqueur)
(For the nth year in a row, no-one touched my grappa or rough Japanese firewater)
3 snack pork pies
1 false beard
1 crocodile, Colin
1 trapeze artiste's scarf
1 Cari Silver scarf, in the softest of fabrics
1 DVD of Charlie Chaplin's The Circus
Half a black bun
-1 bathroom door handle (courtesy of my one-time Musical Director who clearly doesn't know his own strength. Though unlike last year's chair culprit, he had the grace to own up!)
-1 set of house keys (courtesy of the - well I used to think - Kindest Man in the World)
To all of you who couldn't get taxis, were struggling with stinking (of what?) colds or hot-tubbing, selfishly ski-ing, hangover avoiding, Aylesbury-ing, nacho gorging or solitary moment-ing, we missed you very much.
But for all those that were there, I had a stupendous time. Thank you.
About one thousand jelly sweets. Damn you all, you ate them last year with joyous gluttony
44 empty bottles (including one no longer containing lemon vodka, one Canarian honey liqueur - thanks Andy and Sue! - and one Talisker)
10 empty cans (inc. two which contained pre-mixed vodka and coke - uck)
A great deal of plastic cups containing aforementioned honey liqueur. Was I alone in thinking it delicious?
3 half empty bottles (one red, one white, one obscure banana liqueur)
(For the nth year in a row, no-one touched my grappa or rough Japanese firewater)
3 snack pork pies
1 false beard
1 crocodile, Colin
1 trapeze artiste's scarf
1 Cari Silver scarf, in the softest of fabrics
1 DVD of Charlie Chaplin's The Circus
Half a black bun
-1 bathroom door handle (courtesy of my one-time Musical Director who clearly doesn't know his own strength. Though unlike last year's chair culprit, he had the grace to own up!)
-1 set of house keys (courtesy of the - well I used to think - Kindest Man in the World)
To all of you who couldn't get taxis, were struggling with stinking (of what?) colds or hot-tubbing, selfishly ski-ing, hangover avoiding, Aylesbury-ing, nacho gorging or solitary moment-ing, we missed you very much.
But for all those that were there, I had a stupendous time. Thank you.
posted by Claire at 1:20 pm
1 Comments:
I'd like to point out that I did not, in fact, take the handle off the door - I cut my hand open on the remaining sharp edge when I went to turn it and it wasn't there! Then spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom trying to get back out again, like a character from a 70's farce ;)
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