Birthday party aftermath

Thanks to all those that came to the party.....and leaving it for us to tidy up.

If the person who keeps leaving cigarette butts in the bath comes forward now, your punishment may be less severe. However, if we have one more party and it happens again....well something will happen. Mark my typed words......it may just be me throwing a wobbly at the time, but it's something.

All in all, it was a pretty good night. It kicked off when we left to go to Krash, but then it always does when we leave. Next time we should definately just stay. Definately. To tell the truth, Krash isn't as good as I remembered it. So much so, I got quite drunk (with a lot of help from my spanking new Cocktail book, cheers :D ) and ran home. Through Byker. Lucky there wasn't anyone about really. When I got back Monk had turned and was camping it up like Graham Norton wearing Rod Hull's suit (Emu optional). I don't think it was a permenant conversion, but he had definately come down all queer...........stop me if that was too obvious. If I could be ashamed I would be haha.

The next day poked it's head from between the sheets and my legs still hurt. In fact they hurt right up until today. However, I wasn't the only one hurting. If the French DJ is going to bring random strangers back to ours then he's only asking for trouble, I'll let your imagination fill in the blanks.....but it involves a stranger spooning him in his sleep, the old reach around, then some cupping....that's all I'm going to say. I'm not even going to mention the fact that other people sat there watching and taking photo's. Or the fact that the guy jumped up and ran out of the door shouting "I'm out of here before I get accused of rape". My lips are sealed.

So yeah, interesting.