Against my better judgement, I went to a party organised by He Who Shall Henceforth Be Called Super Ade. I met lots of lovely people, lots of whom had blogs, and, embarassingly enough, none of whose names I can remember – so I’m hoping someone else will be posting captioned photographs before I get mine developed (film; old-skool, yo) and I have to embarassingly concede that I’m not actually sure who most of the people in the pictures are (alternatively, if I met you yesterday, you could leave a comment describing yourself, and I can put names and blogs to hazy recollections of faces, which would probably help matters).
I was the blonde one who was whipping tacky darts off Adrian’s ceiling at one point. You might remember me because I drove you most of the way there 😉
Sorry… couldn’t resist.
I was the guy look paranoid when Lori was whipping my ceiling.
Sorry, Super Ade. Got a bit carried away :-/
I was the guy standing on the balcony when the dart got whipped off the ceiling and wanged into the glass door, though if it has been open, the dart would have wanged into Anna’s bum, I’m pretty sure.
What where you doing looking at Anna bum 🙂
I was the one nearly done in by the chilli sauce.
Thanks all; I think, in combination with Lori’s photos, I’ve worked out who everyone is/was/evermore shall be now.
Jack: I think everyone was suffering after the chilli sauce 🙂