James T knows where it is..

It looks like I am heading back to Slop for Xmas day. I mentioned that we went there last year and had fun and now a couple of friends would like to accompany me back this yuletide. Why not I say. A delightful liitle place. Only we did forget that it was Xmas Day until about eleven that night, I think..didn't matter though.
Wonder if the castle will be open this time...I like castles.

Still, Staromeske Namesti will be my place of choice for New Years - just like last year too - the most fantastic (and most physically threatening) New Years by far. A good time was had by all in -20 degrees.
(If you are reading this Cass, I'm sure you remember - we rocked) I think it may be prudent to wear riot gear this time though..
Not as bad as Wenceslas Square last year, where I heard about 30 people were carted off to hopsital with various bottle and skyrocket injuries. Nice one.
Right, enough bollocks.

Ah, It's Been A While

Just quickly, for the one or two of you out there who may feel the need to email me, (if the mood strikes ye), my Angelfire monkey was playing up again. I have given him a good old-fashioned thrashing and put him in a little box so he can't eat anymore of my precious incoming messages. (he believes them to be bananas.)

Or else send me a care package. My address is the same as it's always been: ROHACOVA 80, ZIZKOV, PRAHA 3, CESKE RUPUBLICKY.

By the way, I promised a recount of Matthew's boy/girl birthday party, but I deemed the subject matter too smutty for sensitive readers of this urbane blog.

However, my look was originally a classy ravonette ho', but when my black evening dress plans fell through, I wore one of Ivana's black bras and an open chested black top with skirt and nylons. And my 600kc black wig. Heroin chic all the way. Very popular suprisingly. James had a purple spiky wig, frock, big tits - a sort of faded, ageing, post new-wave female lead singer who now does bit parts in Eastenders. Sex on toast.

Let's just say some people kissed two too many other people that night..(Wish I got to snog James though - he was a sexy little bitch.)

FULL MOON PARTY SOON!!!!! The deal is that if you can walk down to the tramstop, hop on with all the ashen-faced commuters at 8 in the morning and not feel slightly uncomfortable with what you are wearing, then it is not good enough for the party. Ah-ha.
A night to remember, I am sure. I'm trembling in my stilettoes with anticipation!