I managed to find my oven gloves in the kitchen of Flat 23 who had borrowed them from me. It would have been nice of them to ask or even return them when finished but it's not too much hassle really.
Another house party was the state of things tonight, this time at Martin's Xmas/Birthday do, as along with the late Kenny Everett his birthday happens to be on the 25th of December.
As I'm really skint I decided not to buy any booze to bring with me opting for the bottle of fizzy orange from the flat expecting to mix it with a few alcoholic drinks but I didn't really feel the urge. It was still a good laugh to start with anyway particularly when either Martin or Emma one of the guests, told me about the man decided to light up at Northwick Park tube station only to be humilated by the voice on the tannoy asking him to put the cigarette out! The wonders of closed circuit television eh?
About an hour before I left most of us were in the room of Lawrence one of the other housemates where there was a lot of smoking and dub reggae music playing in the background a la King Tubby. I feel as if I've been converted into liking the latter although it's difficult to tell the difference between each track, as they start off quiet and are then followed by percussion and a very dominant bassline. All very bizarre in those sort of surroundings.
I made my way back after around midnight in order to avoid forgetting the way home, although I very nearly did after ending up outside Tesco's rather than going in the direction of the nearby St Anns Center.
It maybe an idea to get a new mobile and one that allows me to use internet road maps especially.
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