Calling All Receivers

Theres something magical about traveling to a party in a different city. Pink Floyd playing, white lines disappearing beneath the wheels, chatting about nothing. The previous night we had watched Kill Bill 1 and 2 and played obscene amounts of ghost squad. As London crept closer I mused upon the people I know and how those disparate groups had grown closer over time. The major catalyst is mossy and her incredible ability to get on with everyone. May I say once again how privileged I am to know all of you? I mention it often because its worth doing.

The party was righteous and riotous. I introduced a few more people to the wonder that is DAAS

This weekend has been one of the finest I have experienced. Good friends, good food, good times. I am thoroughly broken, the only course of action is laptop, bed and Pink Floyd. Tonight I take a beautiful woman to dinner and fail to get anywhere, because we are better as friends and even in that she's worth a dinner or two :). The Next Big Thing is my 30th on the 5th of December at robinbloke's place. Be there or don't have the time of your fucking life.

Thank you all, life is good.