For a change this year I thought I’d generate some party action for my birthday.
Hence I’d like to invite you, Dear Reader, and your partner/pals to my newish flat to get intoxicated and meet implausibly attractive people.
Date: Friday 4th March (plenty recovery time)
Place: my flat, [no longer needs to be published - ed.]
Time: after 8
New age: 28
Contact: [no longer needs to be published - ed.]
See you in casualty.
23-Feb-05 at 3:17 pm | Permalink
On the map, for a minute I assumed the bit that says “Bell’s” was your flat. Then I realised I am an idiot.
The best thing about your party (well, probably not the best thing, but a good thing )is that it can count as my night out, therefore I can avoid the Egg the next night. Yesssss. This is how my life works these days. Kill the addicition. Burn out the infection. Death to the rut! Milne lives!
Me am looking forward to party. Me am like to party. Me am not afraid.
23-Feb-05 at 5:03 pm | Permalink
I’ve heard it’s snowing in Edinburgh. Not fair I want snow!
23-Feb-05 at 6:13 pm | Permalink
It’s been pishing snow here – I believe that’s the correct term – for two days now.
Fingerfreeze cold rawk!
02-Mar-05 at 4:37 pm | Permalink
Oh Aaron, I don’t think Harry is coming to your party after all. However, I’m bringing Willo, Rich and my Mrs. It’s a holy trinity of mischief!
02-Mar-05 at 5:23 pm | Permalink
*sad*
*happy*
It’s a rollercoaster ride all right!