Last Night We Went To Pippas because...

it was a party for my domestic assistant's birthday.

The meal was good... well the meal would have been good... apart from the fact th the fajitas had way way too much rosemary. This isn't winging, there was more herbs on those babies than in a Bob Marly '74. A herbaceous onslaught, that, were it not for the fact that there is no fajitas in "Wine Women and Song", would have ruined the night, and perhaps the next year.

After the savory sacrilege we left the restaurant and ascended to the D>I>S>C>O where, with not a whippersnapper in sight, we danced. Luckily for the ladies present, I stumbled upon a dance floor lay line that increased my funk by 17%.


After Pippas we scored some prime class A's from a 16 year old on a stolen bike. Then we went to a squat party in Carn Brea with some polish strippers, warm Vodka Orange mix (with extra washback) in a plastic bottle and ended up in a shared K hole of some considerable beauty. The bitter taste of Rosemary a thread of disappointment. (Note, this paragraph might not have happened)