Monkey party details.
Jan. 13th, 2003 09:13 amYou without honour. Your shameful deeds lie like the droppings of a underfed panda who is eating half grown bamboo. Your ancestors look down upon you and point and jeer at your shameful deeds in this world. Know then that your spirit hangs by a decisive thread and than the Yang of your eternal conciousness lies in the balance.
Only one way have you for chance of salvation from utter disgrace.
You must hasten to the hallowed heated halls of the Monkey Party! on the 17th day of the year known by the Western barbarians as 2003. Being this very friday.
Okey dokey, yes indeed and bur-limey.
This Friday sees not only the last vestiges of my youth being thrown onto the proverbial sacrificial fire and burnt to a savoury spicey crisp, no, more importantly I am attempting to distract myself and the world in general from this event by organising a themed pissup this very Friday. A never to be repeated offer, no conflake tokens required*.
Where? My house, Bar Hill, 4 Otter Close. I may even have a numbered sign on my house in time. Right here in fact
When? From 7pm or so onwards on Friday 17th January 2003.
Why? Because I'm becoming an old git and I want to visit the memories of my sadly mispent youth while I can still remember that far back in my life without some kind of electronic brain stimulator.
What? Psuedo Japanese/Chinese theme evening, bring some Sake, bring some cheesey movies (multi region DVD available, Video available - but it's a bit dodgey) Wear something strangely oriental looking or at least bow and say 'Hai' when someone opens the door for you.
Crash? Plenty of crash space, and the house will be warm dammit!
Huzah, praise be unto the sacred panda, bob.
Only one way have you for chance of salvation from utter disgrace.
You must hasten to the hallowed heated halls of the Monkey Party! on the 17th day of the year known by the Western barbarians as 2003. Being this very friday.
Okey dokey, yes indeed and bur-limey.
This Friday sees not only the last vestiges of my youth being thrown onto the proverbial sacrificial fire and burnt to a savoury spicey crisp, no, more importantly I am attempting to distract myself and the world in general from this event by organising a themed pissup this very Friday. A never to be repeated offer, no conflake tokens required*.
Where? My house, Bar Hill, 4 Otter Close. I may even have a numbered sign on my house in time. Right here in fact
When? From 7pm or so onwards on Friday 17th January 2003.
Why? Because I'm becoming an old git and I want to visit the memories of my sadly mispent youth while I can still remember that far back in my life without some kind of electronic brain stimulator.
What? Psuedo Japanese/Chinese theme evening, bring some Sake, bring some cheesey movies (multi region DVD available, Video available - but it's a bit dodgey) Wear something strangely oriental looking or at least bow and say 'Hai' when someone opens the door for you.
Crash? Plenty of crash space, and the house will be warm dammit!
Huzah, praise be unto the sacred panda, bob.
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Date: 2003-01-13 08:02 am (UTC)