That is the most beautiful part about parties, they need no occasion. It was typically done in our flat in London. 'Ours' meaning it belonged to myself as well as both of the friends I came here with.
Live music, if I could, an open bar and a piano as inviting as an empty glass to be filled. Circles of businessmen, artists, actors, politicians, Foreign Office workers, and even the tea ladies, all looking for some bloody escape from daily haggard hours of nothing but doldrums. Even when the sirens went off, nobody ever left.
So the Germans are going to bomb London! Bugger them all! It's nothing terribly new, and you have to make something good out of dreariness.
It's what they all were. Drunken, overly amorous, attempts to make it all bearable when the man with the nose warmer and the stiff arm is making it terribly hard.
sorry for the delay, RL kicked me around. ;; also, have a Guy ramble.
Live music, if I could, an open bar and a piano as inviting as an empty glass to be filled. Circles of businessmen, artists, actors, politicians, Foreign Office workers, and even the tea ladies, all looking for some bloody escape from daily haggard hours of nothing but doldrums. Even when the sirens went off, nobody ever left.
So the Germans are going to bomb London! Bugger them all! It's nothing terribly new, and you have to make something good out of dreariness.
It's what they all were. Drunken, overly amorous, attempts to make it all bearable when the man with the nose warmer and the stiff arm is making it terribly hard.