Party, PRAT and Parkinson
Whitters Party Friday night, was outstanding.
I set off at 7.05pm and arrived at 8.15pm (just as everyone was turning up to the party it seemed), Sam was shrieking "you're in your jeans", she failed to see the full length ball gown draped over my arm!!!
No worries, we tried to zip up the frock to no avail, Sam shouted for re-enforcements, Cassy tugged, then hollered, "you're in"...........ace unfortunately i couldn't fucking breathe!
Still i tottered downstairs, looking like Hattie Jakes going to a ball, tried to mingle, fortunately i knew, Vicky, Mick, Bella, Cassy, Sam, Sarah and Mandy....phew!
It was a top night indeed, good mega mix party music, top grub, everyone looked ace in their finery.......Sam did look the belle of the ball, mostly people congregated around the kitchen area, thank the lord for house extension, as kitchen could easily accommodate,20 folk.
There seemed to be a lack of single men at this party, until..........one of Sam's SPAT friends turned up, Perry.......you'd think George Cloony had turned up to the party, he was loving it, handing out his phone number to Mandy and arranging to meet Ondine at the ice-rink Monday morning.
Until he sped off into the night, what a strange man!!!, the dancing had begun, mainly Sarah, Sam, Cass, Vicky, So girl dressed as a pink lady (don't remember her name), Bella (complete with 2 pots of her wrists), Oh and Mick who was river dancing............i'd taken a comedy 1.5litre bottle of red wine, which i managed to demolish on my tod, along with 1000 peanuts, 1/2 bag of lime Doritos and a ton of spicy Indian nibbles, this coupled with fooking tight frock was a recipe for disaster.
Everyone was mullered........i remember having a lengthy conversation with Sarah about some fat bitch who was a size 14 and teeth whitening, Mandy and Bob were canoodling all over the place,Cassy was doing Romy impressions, Harry the kitten had gone back to bed, i thought I'd just slope off to bed and noone would miss me, got my Rudolf p.j's on and clambered under the huge pile of coats on Sam's bed.
Then i felt it, the tummy rumbling and hot sweat on the top lip.............oh no! It was inevitable, ran to bathroom and chundered for Britain, Sam was called to much astonishment "not 10 pints Karen yakking??".
I like to go to parties and make a complete spectacle of myself in front of lots of strangers, i'm just glad i didn't get my tits out or wee in a bin.
By this time, I'd made it back to bed and started snoring like a foghorn, so she only found Ondine having a wee.
Saturday 9.30am, didn't know where the fuck i was, that's not Ap at the side of me, neither is this red satin affair my quilt cover............oh i'm in bed with Sam.
We chatted like the 2 Ronnie's, played with Harry the kitten, then i got up and made coffee, as did Mandy, Vicky and Mick (who'd also barfed, thank fook!!).
We drank our caffeine, smoked our fags, some had toast and croissants, then we set to cleaning up which took erm! No time at all, i was on my merry way at 11.00am, clutching 2 bottles of wine to replace the 2 i'd thrown up down the sink the previous evening.
Called at the jewellers in Cleck, refused to queue behind 24 people to get a pie from Metcalf's, so home and had some toast and went back to bed for 3 hrs, up had some soup, then got a taxi to the club after having a lengthy conversation with Andy about his attire, met Spug after work, nattered about Blacky, her evening of debauchery on Friday night and the Brazen head.
John P went home, Andy came to sit with us, he was on his 7th pint and was still dressed in his winter woollies after the match,........... doesn't look like we're going anywhere tonight!
We all went to stand round the bar, Hemmy started larking about throwing water and having spoon fights, Gill and Dave turned up but didn't stay long....phew!
Most folk went off to Spoons, for the 1am late licence, oh no not us................Andy's looking at me all sad eyed at 9.30pm and saying "shall we go watch a DVD at yours"............fooking brilliant!
So we're at home, watching I'm a celebrity, he had orange juice and i had 4 glasses of wine, as i'd not drunk enough the previous evening and still had a raging thirst on.
Then, get this we went to bed to watch Parkinson.........the shame, how long have we been wed? 25 years?
Sunday, Ap was awake at 9.30 and very amorous, yes you would be, you've been in bed 11hrs.............i got up and made coffee, then went back up and tried to rouse him again, by jumping on the bed and telling him, it was 3' deep in snow outside, had breakfast, snoozed some more..........
Went to Tescos and got really giddy and bought loads of party food, Xmas nibbles and a £9 Christmas cake.........oops!
Had a bath, once I'd got home, not in Tesco...............got p'j's on, made lamb chops, Jacket spud, sprouts and carrots.
Did 2 wash loads, watched Closer on DVD, what the? headfuck!!!
7pm, went to Marlene's for my weekly visit and stayed 2hrs, in my pyjamas of course.
Home, tried a new carpet cleaner.....watched OFI Sunday (how fit is James Nesbit?), I'm a celeb and Fact Hunt, was grinning thinking oh look it's Al Murry, he was heckling my boyfriend on Friday night..............put the wine bottle down and took myself off to bed, feel sick today, it must've been the sprouts!
I set off at 7.05pm and arrived at 8.15pm (just as everyone was turning up to the party it seemed), Sam was shrieking "you're in your jeans", she failed to see the full length ball gown draped over my arm!!!
No worries, we tried to zip up the frock to no avail, Sam shouted for re-enforcements, Cassy tugged, then hollered, "you're in"...........ace unfortunately i couldn't fucking breathe!
Still i tottered downstairs, looking like Hattie Jakes going to a ball, tried to mingle, fortunately i knew, Vicky, Mick, Bella, Cassy, Sam, Sarah and Mandy....phew!
It was a top night indeed, good mega mix party music, top grub, everyone looked ace in their finery.......Sam did look the belle of the ball, mostly people congregated around the kitchen area, thank the lord for house extension, as kitchen could easily accommodate,20 folk.
There seemed to be a lack of single men at this party, until..........one of Sam's SPAT friends turned up, Perry.......you'd think George Cloony had turned up to the party, he was loving it, handing out his phone number to Mandy and arranging to meet Ondine at the ice-rink Monday morning.
Until he sped off into the night, what a strange man!!!, the dancing had begun, mainly Sarah, Sam, Cass, Vicky, So girl dressed as a pink lady (don't remember her name), Bella (complete with 2 pots of her wrists), Oh and Mick who was river dancing............i'd taken a comedy 1.5litre bottle of red wine, which i managed to demolish on my tod, along with 1000 peanuts, 1/2 bag of lime Doritos and a ton of spicy Indian nibbles, this coupled with fooking tight frock was a recipe for disaster.
Everyone was mullered........i remember having a lengthy conversation with Sarah about some fat bitch who was a size 14 and teeth whitening, Mandy and Bob were canoodling all over the place,Cassy was doing Romy impressions, Harry the kitten had gone back to bed, i thought I'd just slope off to bed and noone would miss me, got my Rudolf p.j's on and clambered under the huge pile of coats on Sam's bed.
Then i felt it, the tummy rumbling and hot sweat on the top lip.............oh no! It was inevitable, ran to bathroom and chundered for Britain, Sam was called to much astonishment "not 10 pints Karen yakking??".
I like to go to parties and make a complete spectacle of myself in front of lots of strangers, i'm just glad i didn't get my tits out or wee in a bin.
By this time, I'd made it back to bed and started snoring like a foghorn, so she only found Ondine having a wee.
Saturday 9.30am, didn't know where the fuck i was, that's not Ap at the side of me, neither is this red satin affair my quilt cover............oh i'm in bed with Sam.
We chatted like the 2 Ronnie's, played with Harry the kitten, then i got up and made coffee, as did Mandy, Vicky and Mick (who'd also barfed, thank fook!!).
We drank our caffeine, smoked our fags, some had toast and croissants, then we set to cleaning up which took erm! No time at all, i was on my merry way at 11.00am, clutching 2 bottles of wine to replace the 2 i'd thrown up down the sink the previous evening.
Called at the jewellers in Cleck, refused to queue behind 24 people to get a pie from Metcalf's, so home and had some toast and went back to bed for 3 hrs, up had some soup, then got a taxi to the club after having a lengthy conversation with Andy about his attire, met Spug after work, nattered about Blacky, her evening of debauchery on Friday night and the Brazen head.
John P went home, Andy came to sit with us, he was on his 7th pint and was still dressed in his winter woollies after the match,........... doesn't look like we're going anywhere tonight!
We all went to stand round the bar, Hemmy started larking about throwing water and having spoon fights, Gill and Dave turned up but didn't stay long....phew!
Most folk went off to Spoons, for the 1am late licence, oh no not us................Andy's looking at me all sad eyed at 9.30pm and saying "shall we go watch a DVD at yours"............fooking brilliant!
So we're at home, watching I'm a celebrity, he had orange juice and i had 4 glasses of wine, as i'd not drunk enough the previous evening and still had a raging thirst on.
Then, get this we went to bed to watch Parkinson.........the shame, how long have we been wed? 25 years?
Sunday, Ap was awake at 9.30 and very amorous, yes you would be, you've been in bed 11hrs.............i got up and made coffee, then went back up and tried to rouse him again, by jumping on the bed and telling him, it was 3' deep in snow outside, had breakfast, snoozed some more..........
Went to Tescos and got really giddy and bought loads of party food, Xmas nibbles and a £9 Christmas cake.........oops!
Had a bath, once I'd got home, not in Tesco...............got p'j's on, made lamb chops, Jacket spud, sprouts and carrots.
Did 2 wash loads, watched Closer on DVD, what the? headfuck!!!
7pm, went to Marlene's for my weekly visit and stayed 2hrs, in my pyjamas of course.
Home, tried a new carpet cleaner.....watched OFI Sunday (how fit is James Nesbit?), I'm a celeb and Fact Hunt, was grinning thinking oh look it's Al Murry, he was heckling my boyfriend on Friday night..............put the wine bottle down and took myself off to bed, feel sick today, it must've been the sprouts!
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