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i went to a party last night, and had a great time! i deranged Tom with incessant chatter about stuff (sorry Tom). i had an argument with the pinefox cos he said my band was crap and i said his band was crap, but it turned out that neither of us had seen each other's bands so we made up so it was all OK! i witnessed Mark C chatting IN ITALIAN to a cab driver! i fell off a space hopper - wearing some very fetching stripey tights! i decided that Isabel looks beee-yootiful dressed as a cat/bat hybrid! and met some people by the names of Ken and Phin who were lovely people. i chatted to DG who is a gentleman and a scholar as always.

what are your party stories? (none about getting ridiculously drunk and throwing up please as that's just not fun anymore, though may lead to v short thread) and why are parties great for you? or maybe you hate them, i dunno. i'm hung over as well.

― katie, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

i also told rickyT and sarah to get a room, oops! apart from that i was quite well behaved. and i was wearing the stripey tights not the space hopper!

― katie, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

hey, why wasn't i invited??? i have new hair and everything

― gareth, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

What band are you in Katie? What band is the Pinefox in?

― james, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Katie = Tompaulin

The Pinefox = The Pines, The Foxgloves. (Wait a minute ....)

Bollocks. I couldn't attend said party (which I think I was sort of invited to, Lixi?) (BTW, who had the best Halloween costume? Was it a little red devil? >:> Sorry - can't remember how that one goes) as I had to get up at 5.30 for work this morning & I'm still here!!! & will have to be until about 6 this evening.

How I am supposed to get to the RFH for tonight's Beyond Nashville by 8pm?

Work sucks the big one.

― David, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I left said party at half one this morning and didn't get home until quarter past four. Bastard N35!

― DG, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Parties can be really good or really really terrible.

Thursday night I sat in the bar for a while with a friend and the girl I fancy and some other insignificant people drinking, and then someone said they were having a party. So the girl I like had to go home after a while anyway and we had nothing better to do but go to this party.

Long story short, it was full of complete tossers, whom I couldnt help being smart with since we'd walked for an hour or so trying to find it and thus were completely sober.

That's kind of the worst a party can be, when everyone there is a complete idiot and they're all best buddies with each other playing absolute shite music and singing it in your face or starting annoying conversations with you about stuff, and you having to bite your tongue from telling them what you think of them.

Having said all that, when you go to a party where there are lots of nice people you dont know, it's great fun. Meeting people you may not see again, being witty and new to everyone like they are to you. Scoring someone and going home feeling very self satisfied and also with a renewed respect for the person who held the party.

Christ I really went for length here.

― Ronan, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

"Scoring someone"

Well done Ronan, ruin an otherwise wuvly paragraph.

― Ronan, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Yeah, "rooting" is a much prettier word.

― mark s, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

a naked transvestite dressed as Candy Darling stumbled out of my door and yelled all the way to her cab who refused to take her because she was drunk and naked.

― anthony, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

er if you're naked how can you be "dressed as Candy Darling"? Even if you are dressed as Candy Darling naked you are likely to be mistaken for Gerard Malanga naked, surely?

Plus can you actually BE a transvestite w/o clothes on? If a TV goes down in the forest, does s/he make a living?

― mark s, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If a TV goes down in the forest, s/he is loitering near Jack Straw's Castle in Hampstead Heath, right?

― suzy, Saturday, 3 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

The Halloween party reminded me of the parties I went to in college, and that is a good thing. I love theme parties, 'cause I like dressing up. Actually it was better than most of my college parties because the guests were smarter and cuter.

I really liked katie's tights and shoes, and I thought RickyT's costume was quite clever. My tights are all dirty and torn as I discovered the next day when I went to put them on. I have no idea how they got that way.

― rosemary, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

the best part of ricky t 's cossie was the old-skool calculator, upon which he invited us to type rude words. the only one i could come up with was 5318008

which upside down looks like boobies, he he heh.

― katie, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Katie I was baffled because I was inebriated! duh. Everyone was lovely as usual and we had a really good time. I didn't dress up as a Groke which I was glad about when making an emergency small-hours stop at an all-night garage in the middle of Wandsworth.

― Tom, Sunday, 4 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Hooray! Thanks for coming everyone who reads/posts here! I quite frankly had a fabulous time DESPITE being told to get a room IN MY OWN HOUSE ahem Miss Grocott! I had forgotten about the stripey socks indie porn also until I found the socks strung up in my room. Berlimey. I was very impressed with all those who came in COSTUME and sad that I had to abandon La Señora Loca Del Tigre outfit rather early aftering having WINE spilt on the ra ra skirt by RickyT or perhaps it was my own fair self, I do not know.

The solution to the wine spillage of course was to drink fine whiskey. And whatever else was there.

Those who stayed over faced the greasiest and most horribly lardy breakfasts EVAH in the ahem, afternoon. The kitchen was disgusting. There is a very thick pair of tights in Lixis room that do not belong to any of us. The house is covered in CATERPILLARS and SCARAB BEETLES.

― Sarah, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I went to a party, not that night but the next night, what with fireworks (oh, I hate fireworks, they remind me of terrorists...) and it being a certain Pop Star's birthday. And a little while after it started (just as Chris2T and I were getting into a wonderful shouting match about Royalty, and you're still wrong, Chris!) we were invaded by a gang of Proper Pop Stars with a birthday cake and loads more booze. We were all so drunk that it didn't actually seem weird to have Proper Pop Stars in the kitchen arguing about whether CD:UK or Top Of The Pops was better. Absinthe was drunk. More drunken arguments were had, and apparently one of these debates became so intense that it actually drove one of the Proper Pop Stars to a dictionary. I can't actually remember what the debate was about, but I'm impressed that I drove a Pop Star to a dictionary. Suzy brought sparklers. Naughty children made prank phone calls to various people, none of whom were as amused as we were by it all. We sung hymns in the ladyshrine of a Polish church. I lost my glasses until Jane found them- in the toaster. I woke up in bed with someone the next morning, with no memory of how I'd got there. And then Chris and Suzy and all the other people (except for those who had naughtily disappeared in taxis back to hotels with Pop Stars) got to go out and have hangover breakfast while we had to go and rehearse. Poo! It's great going to parties when you're single, because there is no one to get angry and storm off in a huff if you spend too much time talking to your friends, there is no one to tell you that you're drinking too much, and there is no one to whinge that they want to go home when you're just getting started. (even if I am probably going to get nasty emails off-board telling me not to say such things because PEOPLE WILL TALK!!! oh god forbid!)

So parties = major CLASSIC.

― kate, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Ah - is this why I got stupid crank phone calls on Saturday night, and then again early on Sunday morning, when I was partying by dancing like a fiend (though not as much of a fiend as Martin, obviously...)

― Paul Strange, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

glasses in the toaster = classic

happy bomfire day one and all! i had a grate meal in dalston on thurs w. my non-mock lesbian friend L, wiv Bud to follow in the Marquess of Lansdowne, and haf been my own good company evah since hurrah, except for non-prank phonecalls

― mark s, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If the thick tights are black M&S ones, they are mine.

― rosemary, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Yes, I think they are your tights. I think I had a nice time at my party. I remember thinking 'I am not too drunk' and after that everything is blurry. I may have spazzed out slightly at the boy passed out in the downstairs loo. I too fell off the space hopper. I remember *that*. There is a handprint in fake blood on the wall outside the front door, and trails of blood down the stairwell. Who did that? Also, what on earth happened to the salt cellar?(sp.?) I had to chuck it away. Covered in odd white goo. Most unpleasant to my hungover self. Odd night. I hope Phin wasn't too odd/ tried to sell anyone dubious substances. Still, all good fun, even if we never got about to playing Pin the Piercing on the Goth Britney. Mmm, see those puppies!

― alix, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

God I'd forgotten Badly Drunk Boy. Who was he? What was his fate?

― Tom, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Arrr, he was Australian Jeremy who turned up with Ken. There was a surprising lack of vom stains, very pleasant to us the morning after when he stayed about for GREASEFEST 2K1. I didn't go outside so I have no idea what happened WHEN FAKE BLOOD GOES WRONG.

The Morning After resulted in us playing a game called "If I Was Swindon".

― Sarah, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'd forgotten the STRIPEY SOCK PORN too. We should set up a photo of RickyT with a stripey-socked ChiXoR on each side, winking conspiratorially at the camera. It can be on the front of the LondonIndie benefit album.

― Tom, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If you type the boobies combo, store it on M+, then go back to 0 and type 0.7734, you can say "hello boobies" to peoples' er.. boobies by hitting MR at the appropriate moment.

I now hate being sober: my flatmate fell off the wagon and had an awesomely drunken weekend which looked great when we briefly crossed paths in Shepherds Bush. Then I was at the abovementioned bash, resisting absinthe, watching others be debauched.

All summer sobriety was easy. Now there's frost in the air and proper parties, it's a bugger and I'm no-fun bobby.

Bonnie Prince Billy is a fucking genius, however.

― chris, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

A couple of weeks ago we had a fun party at our place that included playing Sorry! on the porch, eating cajun peanuts, playing the jukebox and tons of beer and a little something in a glass pipe. All our friends were there and it was a blast.

This weekend we went to a very nice party at the most spectacular house I've seen. It was a chili cookoff. I could only taste five of the dozen or so chilis before I had to stop. Then our friends came to our house but I was too tired to continue the party so retired and read a book. It must have been the chili.

― Samantha, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Aw, can we play 'If I Was Swindon' again! That was so great. Aren't hangovers stupid? ..................If I Was Swindon I would have a complicated roundabout system.....It's better than 'If I Was Swinburne'

― alix, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

The party was very nice, thank you Lixi. Elena looked like a cross between Tina Turner and the bride of Frankenstein and The Pinefox looked almost like a drag queen. Lixi's brother is very beautiful.

I realised that Starry has Vic Godard's guitar and I don't, and that the world is therefore rubbish.

Brixton is a very scary place.

The party wound up at the pathetic English time of 2am, just as I was warming up. Myself and my fellow Scotland-dweller were not impressed.

However, I made the miraculously good move of staying over at Pam & Mike's, where I got to watch football videos, listen to new and exciting music, was bought breakfast and given FREE RECORDS. Mornings don't get much better. And I wasn't even hungover. I thank you.

― Ally C, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh, go on then, so how d'you play If I Was Swindon? See, next time I'm feeling mournful about having a Swindon postcode, I might play it and seek consolation in the knowledge that at least I'm not actually Swindon.

(I mean, at least I don't have Mark Lamarr inside me har har harr oh dear that was weak and predictable quick delete delete delete no that's the submit button which isn't the same thing at a*CLICK*

― Rebecca, Monday, 5 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I would have a complicated roundabout system.
If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system and a cornish pastie factory.
If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, and Melinda Messanger.

Ect ect ect.

― Sarah, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger and a moat.

― Come on Chaps, It's Fun!, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger, a moat, and a brewery.

― Graham, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

(Doesn't cut and paste ruin this game?)

― Graham, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger, a moat, a brewery and some concrete cows.

― chris, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon I would NOT have Mark Lamarr.

― suzy, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Oh fuck sorry that was Milton Keynes, I'm out.

― chris, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger, a moat, a brewery and a silicon corridor.

― Graham, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger, a moat, a brewery, silicon corridor and a great big Honda plant.

― Jonnie, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger, a moat, a brewery, silicon corridor, a great big Honda plant and a large railway depot

― Ed, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger, a moat, a brewery, a silicon corridor, a great big Honda plant, a large railway depot and XTC

― Graham, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

― chris, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

OUT!!!

― Graham, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

what was the question? :)

― katie, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

oops, i didn't mean "what was the original question" as that would look like i was telling people off for deviating fro mthe thread question, which was mine. i just meant... oh you know what i meant never mind.

― katie the crap jokester, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

How did you manage to mess that up when you have copy and paste at your disposal?

― Jonnie, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Is Kaite on some kind of shivering incoherent acid comedown?

― Graham, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

nah, just tired. BRANE not working.

― katie, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

oops, I cut out "and xtc" and forgot to put xtc in, despite thinking about doing it at the time, I ham a doofus.

I have no party stories, I'm always well behaved, especially at Camber sands ahem.

― chris, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

― The Great Rock & Roll Swindon, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

If I were Swindon, I'd have a complicated roundabout system, a cornish pastie factory, Melinda Messanger, a moat, a brewery, a silicon corridor, a great big Honda plant, a large railway depot, XTC, the county ground, a massive Book Club warehouse and 16 24-hour petrol stations.

― Graham, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I'd like to have a party now. I have no idea what a Swindon is but I'd love for us all to have a drink, turn on some music, relax. *sigh* it's only 10am.

― Samantha, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

It's nearly home time for me. And relax.

― Jonnie, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

me too, I might just pop into town and buy a certain album that just got released yesterday.

― chris, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Swindon

― m jemmeson, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I had no idea Swindon could be so exciting. Are we just talking Swindon town itself, or do things in the borough of Swindon count? Not that that helps much, at least not until I am so famous that the primary school I went to is a fascinating landmark, or until somebody moves the sign 300m so that the borough includes Tony Hart's house.

― Rebecca, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I would just like to express my outrage at how many of these Swindon websites I've just looked at (in the hope of learning that Swindon has a record shop I haven't found yet) feature pictures of White Horse Hill, which is not even in the borough of Swindon, as it's in Oxfordshire by three miles, and the Borough border follows the county border on the east. Shocking. They're stealing our landmarks, you know.

― disgruntled of southwest Oxon, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Why do you all go to lovely calm fun parties while all the parties I go to seem to end in violence and shouting and running around in the rain getting sick? The worst was still that hippie road party Wheeler took us to, they wouldn't share their booze and then tried to run Wheeler down with their truck. The last decent party I went to was Tracer's Halloween party, where I got to play DJ and got caught making out on film (and also cheating at apple bobbing). The party at Hampshire College was like the worst party ever, there was a naked girl there who needed clothing badly and everyone was totally stoned and then Ramon disappeared into the woods after throwing a wobbly. The parties I go to always suck when they are happening but are great fun to talk about afterwards, so I guess in the end they are classic. If not for my memorial day party, there is a chance ILE wouldn't have existed from all our jabbering about that on ILM. Those were the days. Now I am an old engaged lady and don't get involved in such shenanigans. Sigh.

― Ally, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

I once went to a porn party that started out great. But just as they revealed the giant penis pinata some dork threw lit fire crackers into the crowd and a melee broke out. Everyone ran out into the front yard and spilled into the street where I witnessed a guy hitting a chick with a rollerskate. We took off but not before some whacko tried bashing our windsheild in with a golf club.

Someone got stabbed at one of Hank's parties before.

― Samantha, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

Rebecca, you don't happen to know Geraint Jones, do you?

― RickyT, Tuesday, 6 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)

six years pass...

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― omar little, Monday, 5 May 2008 23:24 (seventeen years ago)

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― omar little, Monday, 5 May 2008 23:28 (seventeen years ago)

eight months pass...

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― Limoncello Carlin (The stickman from the hilarious "xkcd" comics), Tuesday, 3 February 2009 23:44 (sixteen years ago)

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― lol (roxymuzak), Saturday, 14 February 2009 05:05 (sixteen years ago)

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― Peter "One Dart" Manley (The stickman from the hilarious xkcd comics), Saturday, 21 February 2009 21:28 (sixteen years ago)

http://www.sorryimissedyourparty.com/

― DavidM, Saturday, 21 February 2009 22:08 (sixteen years ago)

one year passes...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_xhH20m9iA

― del griffith, Tuesday, 29 June 2010 16:56 (fourteen years ago)

I came home this afternoon after picking up my copy of gta and I smelled something funny from my neighbors house. I went over there and the door was unlocked so I went right in. Sure enough there was my neighbor and two of his friends smoking to their hearts content. I told them they had two options, one- they could put the joints out or two- I would put the joints out for them. My neighbor had run ins with me before so he knew I meant business so he threw his joint down and told me to leave. I said you made a wise choice but I'm still calling the cops and then I turned to leave. My neighbor then got up off the couch got behind me and said a few cuss words and told me to mind my business. Well that did it. I turned around, took off my shades, looked him straight in the eye and said "lets get high". I then front kicked him a good 8 feet in the air. Then his other friend came at me with the bong, I grabbed his arm, snapped it and then hit him in the stomach with the bong. His other friend ran into the kitchen so I went after him. He was in the corner crying so I said "this is your brain" and then I grabbed a frying pan and said "this is your brain on drugs" and then I hit him in the head as hard as I could with the frying pan. After that I called the cops and they came over and arrested my neighbor and his friends. As I was leaving the sarge shouted out to me thanks. I turned around, took off my shades, looked him straight in the eye and said " well you know sarge, perhaps if we build a freaking dunkin doughnuts on this street it would give you guys a excuse to ride up here once or twice a week and keep the crime down. I then threw my shades on the ground to let him know I meant business. I feel pretty good about what I did for my neighborhood today.

― puff puff post (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Tuesday, 29 June 2010 16:58 (fourteen years ago)

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