Party On!

Tonight Paul L was celebrating his thirty-fifth birthday. There was a small party organised at his partner Martin’s flat in Bermondsey. All the usual suspects were there from the Chorus, plus Paul’s flatmate and Martin’s (very attractive) neighbours. Martin has a lovely flat. It is modern but with high ceilings and a balcony with a panoramic, albeit somewhat obstructed, view looking towards the City and Westminster and he has filled it with a variety of art which is quite fascinating.

The party was well catered for with quality food and plenty to drink and the number of guests was just about right for the space to be filled without being crowded. Martin had managed to sneak a birthday cake in without Paul knowing and arranged for him to be out of the room as he lit the full complement of candles. The traditional singing of Happy Birthday then followed (another good reason for having lots of choristers at your parties!) and a brief speech from both of them.

Later in the evening the plan was to go on to XXL, a nearby club, and both Brett and I were up for that… until we considered how we would (or rather wouldn’t) be able to get home afterwards. In the end we skipped the club and came home.

Party-Animal Brett immediately passed out on the bed. Maybe it’s because he was deprived of the endorphin-rush of dancing in a club…