OK, I've been slack in posting to this but it's been a rather intense recently, and then some. To summarise:
- Jo King from London School of Striptease putting on a great show for the press, training them how to strip sexily. I'm doing her six week course at the moment and it's brilliant; well worth the £120 it costs.
- A surreal but much-photographed performance by the fabulous Starr who did very strange and interesting things with inflatable dolls.
- Baby oil Twister (which I missed - thugh quite how, I'm not entierly sure. It wasn't planned. Some people just started playing it when they realised Firebox had brought a game of Twister with them)
- Absinthe body-slamming
- One young lady enjoying herself with five very happy gentlemen (separately, not together)
- The Cliterati cocktail going down a treat (much like aforementioned young lady) If you fancy trying it, it's got Raspberry Stollichnaya vodka, normal Stolichnaya, lychee juice, cranberry juice, sugar syrup, lemon juice and a tiny amount of maraschino cheery juice, served in a martini glass with a cherry on the side.
Ended the night with a group of journos and comedy writers back at my flat and the glorious discovery of two bottles of cava I'd forgotten all about. All in all, a good evening, even if I ended up sleeping in the kitchen because my bed and futon were both full of drunk (but very entertaining) people.
I had the joy of being a total kid on the beach the next day, building a sandcastle with a moat (the kind where you dig really deep in the sand and it fills up automatically), playing in the sea and getting utterly sunburned - something that last happened when I was about eight. I'd forgotten how much it hurts. Scarily, it seems to be going kind of vaguely brown, albeit in a way that the average person would spot only as 'very slightly off-white'.
And I've fallen totally, utterly, head-over-heels in love. Luckily he has too, which makes it far less embarrassing; boiling bunny rabbits has never been my scene. Am floating around the place, deeply blissed out and feeling like a teenager. [Remainder of this post cut by editor for being overly sentimental and deeply sickening.]
Posted by emilyd at September 17, 2003 12:46 AM