Of Dinnerparties, Craig Robinson, Stella's Arse and Rocky...

IT'LL ALL END IN TEARS


BETTY LEGLESS DIAMONDS


DJ BOX OR FLIGHT DECK... WE COULDN'T DECIDE...


THERE'S ALWAYS ONE SAMBUCA THAT DOESN'T QUITE LIGHT RIGHT...


NOTHING AS CLASSY AND NECKING NEAT BACARDI FROM A TOOTHBRUSH BEAKER...

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN MISS STELLA ARSE-TOIS!

Wings
Hello all. I'm keeping this one brief as I have a date with a nightcap and a cookie waiting for me. It's been another rushed month has september - what with work, catching up with family and friends, and hob nobbing at Stropon and Pauls delightful social event, the wife and I have been kept busy.
It has been decided you can have just as much fun making 1am calls to Craig Robinson with Neil Pepper than it is dancing like an arobics addict up hanley. It's a damn sight cheaper and there's more homous too...
We also discovered nurses are not the best person to watch a theatrical performance with unless you want the version of Rocky Horror that has audience participation of "Go home Janet it's not*HIC* safe!" All good fun. We also learned that no camera, no matter how advanced can capture Ms Artois heiny clearly; as displayed above. We also know what she does at the pulpit...
Enjoy the extra birthday piccys and a proper catch up soon.
Night night xxx