It all went tango uniform quite early on. We started with champagne in the bar, then sat down for dinner. Between then and the first course being served we did a round of tequlia shots. Personally I think that was a fucking ridiculous idea, albeit with the 20/20 vision of hindsight. The third round of shots arrived with dessert and the seeds of destruction had been sown.
Apparently it is bad to mix grape and grain. I mixed champagne, red wine, gin, tequila, zambuca and cigarettes. Given that I neither drink not smoke, I think this is quite impressive. And stupid.
An awful lot of bollocks was talked, and not just by me, and sometime around midnight I tried to have a conversation with the landlord about the bill, but he was as wrecked as I and it dissolved into repetitive use of the work 'mate' and lots of arms round shoulders and handshaking. It is entirely possible that I agreed to marry his daughter.
Along with the haemorragic fever this morning I was assailed by the appalling smell of cigs and I tried to escape it by moving to the other side of the bed only to discover that the smell was me.
Breakfast was dry toast and coffee, and work was a write-off but at least I managed to stay awake - three of my colleagues had to take naps on the company sofa.
And it was only later today that I discovered that someone had used my camera to catch me dancing like a tool.
Comments (3)
Dancing like a tool? Hmmm. An Allen wrench perhaps?
:-)
Posted by Linnéa | December 16, 2005 10:39 PM
Posted on December 16, 2005 22:39
Great photos. Do you do that on purpose?
Posted by John | December 21, 2005 3:45 PM
Posted on December 21, 2005 15:45
The original idea was simply to protect the innocent. First I tried a cut-out, but it didn't look good, so then I combined a cut-out with a blurred original and it created a really striking effect.
An accidental, but very pleasing, discovery.
Posted by Gerald | December 21, 2005 6:09 PM
Posted on December 21, 2005 18:09