Mon
27-Feb-2006

dan m's birthday

Having slept all day recovering from Fiction, Alex came round to our flat to use the shower, and the three of us headed out to Abbie's birthday drinks at Aman, a stylish cocktail lounge sort of bar on Chapel Market. I had a Saigon Mistress, which combined the cucumber coolness of Hendrick's Gin and the bite of ginger ale most satisfyingly. Lots of lovely people were there, but we couldn't stay long, and Matt and I headed off to Croydon, leaving Alex to join Abbie's crew at Cafe Gallipoli for dinner.

Down in Croydon, we forged through the howling, well, fairly frisky, winds of the concrete suburbs to Dan's flat. Here we began with a bottle of rose cava, followed up closely with liberal doses of MDMA powder. We roamed around the room and chatted to various interesting people, including Andi's boyfriend Brendan, as people gradually drifted away, and we were left sitting around dribbling at about 5am, sporadically yelping "Jackie!" in homage to Sylvester Stallone's mom. Me and Matt caught the first morning Thameslink all the way to Kentish Town.

Meanwhile, Abbie's birthday reportedly went well, with a big, hearty dinner, followed by MDMA-powered debauchery at the Belitha house. All the elements of a classic night, with Mary passing out on the couch, Kate and Abbie getting highly emotional, Alex consuming too much K and having to be sent home in a taxi, where he discovered that eight police had raided Helmet Row after Tref and Dave climbed up on the roof to hurl a television into the nearby car park and fiddle with people's TV aerials. Luckily, they denied everything and no-one was arrested. "The Glory!!!" as Jim said at the time.