
Ah, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
( , Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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Part way through another NYE party, at a friends place, I decided that the best way to dispose of empties was to hurl them at a lemon tree down the bottom of the garden from a verandah. Everyone, as pissed as me, thought I was genius, and joined in.
My friend was picking up bottles from the garden, and out of next-door's pool and its surrounds for the next week.
( , Tue 18 Apr 2006, 12:08, Reply)
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