Party Party Party
More or less this time last year, I posted under this same title, having been to a 'house party' for the first time in living memory. I've now been to one for the second time in living memory, and it was the same party. That is, it was this year's version of the same people's party - same location, many of the same faces, and a similarly jolly good time had.
Last year I had 48 hours notice for the event, which was themed Cowboys and Indians. This year I had rather more notice, but still ended up running around on Saturday making last minute costume choices. Theme this year: Emergency Services. Over lunch with Dave and Barnaby a few weeks ago we touched on Mountain Rescue, and suddenly from someone, the idea of putting a barrel round my neck and going as a St Bernard was suggested. I loved the idea, but in typical style haven't had any time to source a suitable barrel and floppy ears.
So it was last minute surgeon's scrubs from a joke shop in Covent Garden for me. The medical parts of the emergency services outnumbered the others by about five to one in the final representation.
David put on white feathery wings and a halo, and introduced himself to anyone who asked with the line "Well Jon suggested we go as characters from that TV series Angels and I got the wrong idea".