hope yous enjoyed the party on saturday as much as i did. i would describe it as a "RIPPER", in an australian accent, loudly.

a RIPPER until of course some hardcore ravers in yellow flourescent jackets who had necks like bacon misshapes and their own little radios came and thought that it would be best for everyone if we all "DISPERSE!... NOW!"

in hindsight however, i wonder at their judgement, as i then visited another party down the road. the host of this party was not home, apparently, but he was out and wouldn't mind. After some socialising the man of the house returned, clad in denim miniskirt to declare to all assembled "there is a rock of crack cocaine in this room. i can't find it. if any of you people can find it i will split it with you now." this must have been why the plant pots seemed to have been emptied of their soil, now in molehills on the carpet. the search was on. our host was an articulate and pleasant chap, but i had to excuse myself as i had to get up that night for a pint later on.

as i headed up the road to another party on the way home, i reflected on this new social experience afforded to me by the intervention of the police.