with lynda, sean, royston, kenneth and the rest of the kindred.
trouble brewed when the champagne flowed freely.
at one point, i think i instructed the waiter to stand next to me to continuously fill up my glass.
eddie christened the fashion show...
then the fashion show proper... i swear it's something i always wear when i walk across to the village to buy my morning papers and iced latte on my weekend mornings...i simply don't get the 'fashion'... it's not stopping here yet though
while the thirsty ones wet their throats
*hic* *hic*
had no recollection when lynda drove me home
*hic* *hic*
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