There wasn’t just the bonfire, there was the chill-out tent and a massive stack of speakers in the barn. And there was the marquee, where those of us of slightly more mature years ate and drank more than our share, and commented that every track the speakers blared out sounded exactly the same….and did not act our age, though contrived to act a little older than our shoe sizes. It was a good do, Moorlynch style. And a 20 yard walk home.
Ali’s 18th
At Mum’s 70th birthday party: Emma said I made her look like a Harlot (which, now I think of it, is a word that should be revived in preference to its paltry synonyms), but she said that was ok as long as she didn’t become a greetings card And she was wearing those things, except I didn’t get the shoes in and somehow accidentally gave an impression of boots. The shoes were red and leopard print 5″ heels: I rest my case. I have to say that I think that Andrew came off worst in this sketch: the speed of sketching somehow meant I failed to properly put in his left eye so he has a right leery look! And of course, it was Emma’s outfit that made me pick her to sketch in the first place. Never trust an artist 😉
Of Leerers and Harlots
Yesterday was Jue’s 50th birthday party. Much wine and random bopping to 80s music that I actually recognize. Girls only on the dance floor, of course.
Jue’s 50th birthday party
