Squirk's Overseas Experience

The tales of one Kiwi returning to Mother Britain and exploring the Big Wide World... without being eaten by a shark.

Friday, October 28, 2005

No seriously, hooray for hats

Oh, and the hat party? It was brilliant. Interesting people, comfortably partitioned venue, crazy costumes... this place had it all. The creepy cellar was the best serial killer lair I've seen in living memory. It had bare brick walls with chunks missing, a musty wooden staircase, and a collage of newspaper and magazine cut-outs from the Seventies.

The dark, balloon-covered floor was beautifully illuminated by plates of little stubby candles. Tr├Ęs bien.


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