and why are they in my house.So we threw another house party. About 60-70 people turned up, but given the natural flow of houseparties there were thankfully only about 50 people in the place at any one time. We bought a barbeque and then realised nobody knew how to work it- so we enlisted the help of a nearby scotsman. They know how to do these things. Also got invaded at one point by some of the Cable Street Studios massive, since it's just around the corner, and the E1 Asian boys- who insisted on playing bangra. I also spent half the night explaining to gatecrashers and the various circles of friends that didn't quite overlap that, yes, that girl you're after is gay. So's that one, and all them over there.
Fun facts:
-At least two gatecrashers mistook us for a nightclub (win)
-The mirrored dancefloor didn't work. I told them it was a waste of time!
-One guest's girlfriend gave him a stern lecture warning not to partake in any of the
debauchery that my parties are (apparently) infamous for. She had a list.-A man appeared selling lauging gas, but had forgotten all of his laughing gas.
-It took us 4 days to clean up.
-Nobody was sick (on the premises)
So Just when we'd cleaned up e v e r y t h i n g some guy decided to have the screening of his new film in our front room. "There won't be any more than 10 people here" he said "honest!" Filthy liar. I swiftly escaped the event itself and whent to Fabric. Which is another horrible story alltogether.
So at the moment, construction is underway for the start of my sister and Housemate Ben's film set, which will most likely be constructed and erected all in our front room. I shall post some
more photos when it comes along a little.But really, you've got to wonder- who are these people and why are they in my house?
~John~
