A friend of mine had her vaguely late birthday party last night. The theme was characters from British sitcoms. After lots of thinking and scratching of my head, I decided to go as Eddie Hitler from Bottom.
Off I went, armed with my bottle of Jagermeister in a brown paper bag and a copy of Razzle.
Already there were fathers Ted and Jack, who were sparkling as usual
Vyvyan soon arrived so we had two alter egos of Ade Edmondson
Followed by another Eddie Hitler.
Given that I had already been freaking someone out with my impressions of Eddie, I ended up channeling Rimmer by saying "You think you had it bad before? Well now you've got it in stereo, baby."
As the night progressed, more crazy people showed up and started behaving oddly.
I am reliably informed the green chap to the right of Bernard Black is from the Mighty Boosh
My porn mag seemed to be remarkably popular with the ladies
It seems that Father Jack got peckish during the evening, so grabbed the nearest thing to hand. Any guesses as to what he is eating???
It becomes more obvious when someone else joins in the feast.
And so, after lots of drinking
And smoking
And general mayhem
The birthday girl had to retire
Soon afterwards it all became too much for the rest of us
and we drifted home, leaving carnage in our wake.
And so ends the ballard of Billie "Granny Killer" Doyle.
Good night all.