Why?

As i type this I am moderately (ok, more then moderately) pissed and sitting here watching my friends do 'blow fish' on the conservatory doors while they take pictures with a toy monkey... well, they are taking the pictures with a camera, but the monkey is in the pics with them anyhway.

I suspect that things are heading downhill...

We spent the train journey home (or a good part of it) talking to a photographer who had spent the night taking pictures at a porn party. The pics weren't too bad but the girls were only average - I've seen better.

hell, I've slept with better.

but thats a story for another time I guess.

Dinner at a chinese rest. in Soho then off to a pub for pitchers of drinks - once again, stick a straw in there and go hard. Met everyone in our carriage on the way home - i don't know if all of them wanted to meet us but we're friendly kinda gals...

Too many funny calls during the night to go into now and I really can't be fucked - I'll do it sober.

I'm getting yelled at for not drinking fast enough.

I've smoked a pack of ciggies and am onto the 2nd pack and i don't even fucking smoke - hate it actually .. damn peer pressure....

So far we've spent £70 on ph calls back to Oz.

Thats a lot of booze we've missed out on....

Time to go - someone is drinking straight from the bottle and one of the others is pretending to be a corpse from the catacombes in Paris... as you do....

There is no way in hell we are going to make it to the markets tomorrow.