Well, what a party! People have said to me that they have not seen me that drunk for years but I dont believe a word of it! I made it down the slippery, steep steps onto the beach only to fall arse over face onto the castle sands. My black suit is now a sort of sandy colour. Rubbing shoulders with the elite of society I will talk you through the photos. (At least hopefully through order.) 1: Myself and Nicky Lloyd (Poet Drunkard and now Earl of Landsdowne.) We are outside the entrance to the fort. 2: Lord and Lady Llewellyn. 3: The No Smoking Sign. The army put these up in the 1800s as there was lots of gunpowder lying around. 4: My fiancee Juliette squashed between Lady Nowell- Bowen and Baroness Percival. 5: Professor Co (D.I.P. S.H.I.T A.R.S.E) Patron Saint of scrap metal dealers, with his brother Lord Nowell-Bowen (another D.I.P. S.H.I.T.) 6: The Band. U2 failed to turn up so we had HQ which was just as good. 7: Sir Scott Sarrionandia and politician Jonathan Preston (T.W.I.T.) 8: Jeans magnate Baron Percival with cosmestics entrepreneur Wendy Preston (showing off her new fragrance Whine, with the slogan looking for someone.) 9: Businessman Robert Taylor (who has recently designed a suit size called The Grand Canyon saying anyone can get in it! He is with the Earl. 10: Sir Gus and Lady Lisa who were looking at the fort to possibly add to their property portfolio. 11: Myself squashed between pop music mogul Seth Hodder and Lord Lewellyn - what a night!
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 18:08:24 +0000