A Lack of Hubris

An interesting weekend, I think. Okay, so it’s not quite over, but my head hurts in such a way that I think it should be. On Friday, Sarah brought her two assistants, Jeremy & Raoul, along for a drink in Edin’s. Nice boys, except for the fact that Jeremy can’t keep his hands to himself (he’s a sex addict who thinks that girls’ bottoms only exist for pinching); and Raoul (somewhat more restrained) is obviously gay and insists to everyone that he is not Spanish (“I am Catalan”, he says). To their discomfort, Sarah makes them work wearing very few clothes (they're both devastatingly handsome), although neither of them seems to protest too much.

On Sunday we all went along to the ‘Audiophile Bank Holiday Blow Out’ at Via Fosse. Our friend Cat was crafting a gig in her DJ Guise as ‘House Kitten’ and we were entertained with some blasting kind of music, yay! There was the most amazing mix of Winehouse's ‘Back To Black’ that I’ve ever heard, let me say. Jeremy & Raoul were there of course (Sarah had dressed them, as a Bank Holiday treat, in leather basques and matching diamond-studded posing pouches) and they both decided to take a swim in the canal. Too bad that Raoul snagged himself on a submerged bicycle frame and has probably caught Viles Disease as a consequence (rats habitually piss into the canal outside Via Fosse). No worries; Raoul is dispensable.

Add to this, a young man who can do magic (yes he can) but who needs to trim his fat belly before he can find true love, and there you have a weekend of madness and chaos. Sarah had donated a piano to Edin’s and it’s in situ, draped in crimson and ready to be played. Yes, one hell of a weekend, but probably my last such a blow-out, because I’m really getting too old for this.

The only down-side to the weekend was a somewhat wooden David Bekham, a cheesy London Bus, a Lollipop-Lady dancing like a loony, and a group of people carrying umbrellas and throwing newspapers into London’s litter-filled streets before trying to cram themselves onto the already overcrowded bus. Come on – we can do better than that, surely?