Seeing Double Dutch
Will and I went to our first ‘A Gay’ party together on Saturday night. Richard (tall, works in marketing) was celebrating his 30th with his boyfriend Paulo (Italian, tiny, reminds me of Asterix). The theme was “Milk Tray Black” so the place looked like someone’s upbeat funeral. Richard was (some might say predictably) wearing white.
I had three drinks and needed to go home (due to the fact that Will was spiking my drinks with a new date rape drug - the fiend - and not because I’m a light weight who gets intoxicated when walking downwind past a Texaco) but still managed to steal two posters advertising the new Missy Elliott album from somewhere outside King’s Cross station. Her album dropped today to number 49 in the charts. I’m sorry Missy.