Howdy Pardiner, VI

The party thundered on into the night. There was a superb band playing everything from recent hits, to classic blues standards.

As the food was digested people headed for the dance floor and dispoted themselves in the most outrageous ways. (This would not have been allowed in Rome).

The bar somehow managed to keep up with the consumption and everyone was having great fun. A speech from the ageing hosts reminded us (and more importantly, them) why we were all there.


As the evening continued it seemed that the mixture of food and alcohol, when jiggled about and mixed was causing some interesting effects. Gorse Fox was not sure exactly what competition was being held here, but decided it would be impolite to ask.

Private Ambulances Taxis started to arrive for the cousins from Essex, and we bade them goodbye. Soon after Caesar wrapped Cleopatra up in her rug cardigan, and they too left.

It had been a super evening, and great fun.

[File under: Party]