He filled me in on bits and pieces from the party I didn't quite remember and a gay old time was had by all.
It was Tibbles Towers on Friday, where the accountant was personally blamed for the credit crunch, and afterwards I went with Richardo to the Tate Modern for a rather boring selection of short films focusing on the British versus Australian experience of landscape. YAWN for most, although one of two managed to retain my attention for the entirety of the clip. Afterwards, we scrummed upstairs in an outwardly & arty polite but in fact quietly vicious way to grab some hors d'ouerves and minute glasses of wine.
Saturday was mainly working on a viral proposal with Ste. We were mostly over-come with the thoughts of potential payment seeing as it was a commercial thing we were pitching for, and we got very business minded, however briefly.
We watched Tommy, which is a cult classic apparently, therefore naturally triggering a crisis of confidence because I had no conscious memory of ever watching it. (I do have vague recollections from childhood of Cousin Kevin- Sadism dressed in leather has a funny way of burning itself onto a gay childs memory.)
Right! Well, I've bought more wine, and I'm going to defer anything else I have to do until tomorrow, it's not as if I have work or anything (scream)
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