Saturday night I went to a birthday party-Mine.
It was one of the best parties I’ve attended and I threw it.
Though me having thrown it makes no difference.
It’s the attendees that make a party.
I could have thrown a party and invited a bunch of wankers to it.
Instead I invited my friends.
I realise I have a quite extraordinary group of diverse and interesting friends.
Many thanks to Mr and Mrs Northern Soul, Laura and Daniel, who set the decks up on the hob and Dj-ed in the kitchen.
Thanks to Ems and Maddie and E-Bei for the cakes.
I also made some new friends, lovely people who Hari brought with her.
They’re from Brooklyn, USA.
Kat from Brooklyn said that it was a better party than house parties in NYC.
And she liked these pictures that were hanging in the toilet, so as she left I slipped them into her bag.
That my drawings about shit and farts and wee will hang on a wall in Brooklyn really appeals to me.
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