So, went out to Teddington, on Banks Penisula for a party, on Saturday evening.
Frock-80's tastic, opshopped
Bow-from the wonderful Nelly !
Earrings and necklace-60's, opshopped
Jo is wine writer, and annually tastes and critiques champagne, and not shitty old bubbles, real deal expensive champagne!
After a days tasting-and spitting out-she bought the opened and barely touched bottles out to Jac and Iains......it was also Iain's birthday, hurrah!
Dave is deciding which one to sample first!
von Leon and Claire!
The birthday boy centre!
We fondled the rubber and fishnet designed bottle by Jean-Paul Gaultier.....don't ask me what it tasted like, I'm a complete philistine when it comes to booze!
I did, however, ask Jo what I should be looking for in a bubbly.....then couldn't really be bothered thinking about it!
Ha, I wore sensible heels, thinking we might be out in paddocks or something, never having been to Jac and Iain's before!
Jo also moonlights as a DJ and experimental musician.
She played my song.....and also indulged me with some Gary Numan, Human League.....we have identical 80's music tastes!
There was dancing!
I like how Jac is clutching a bottle.
Almost gratuitious cleavage!
We had fireworks!
And a great deal of posing.
As you do!
Nix and Si!
We had thought we might play a set, but by the time Nix and Si arrived the party was in cruise mode, and it just didn't feel right.
I felt very relaxed, in fact.
It might be something to do with the mezcal and orange juice I decided to cap off my night with.....
O, during the night I woke up feeling ever so hot (we took the Kombi out and camped up in the driveway) as G was hogging the damn bed.....then I heard a vehicle start up. hello, I thought, someone thinks they've sobered up and they're going to drive home......but nothing further happened.....then vehicle chugged away for a while...so I had a look. It was a van, and it looked like someone was pottering away, making a cuppa or something....sweet....then the radio came on....and I was treated to a rousing version of "Just a Gigolo" (not the David Lee Sexy Roth version).....and when it finished there was a discussion about it....?!.....and then silence.
It was a little difficult to get back to sleep.
And then I realised there were mosquitos!
Got up and got the insect repellant.
Finally I nodded off.
In the morning, I saw the gentleman from the van get out, so I started sing "Just a Gigolo" at him......he looked at me blankly, then muttered something in an unintelligable Scots accent.........
It's Halloween night!
I had intended to scan a couple of amusing Halloweeny suitable pix from many years ago, but forgot, so here's an old Goth pic most of you will have seen before, just to get you in the mood...
I still have the necklace and gloves, wish I knew what happened to the earrings!
Am pretty sure I got them in London, on my first venture overseas in 1989.
But now look at this lovely, lovely view!
I surprisingly didn't have too bad a hangover!
I did, however, manage to crack the bridge of my nose on a gear case when I was getting into the Kombi to go to bed.....it's rather sore!