It always reminds me, New Year's Day, of that party of Janet's -- you'll know the one! Like all of her dos it began after dark -- that was to catch all the hung-over ones, so I'd always thought. This was the one when most esteemed Chinese Gentleman, Mr Ly, got it off with the dreaded and feared adverbial game. New twist for new year: each word had to do with an end or beginning, an old or a new. Mine? I forget which word it was won. I simply remember the fact that I did it -- and how it was done! -- in stark silhouette with a knife through my spine. Bloodily! -- You. Posthumously! said Janet's mulled wine. Deservedly! then the resident wit -- hungover, no doubt! -- Efficiently! later. But Crudely was greater when we added the scores. But when we moved on to adverbial phrases I regret to report all sense went to blazes! You started it off by burning the toast. You being you, you did it twice over: first in the kitchen and then in the lounge -- an encore, by gad! With evident ease -- from the twins, I believe. Then carried away as the fire brigade came -- none too quickly, I fear, though the blaze was the smallest they'd seen for a year. Still, the party broke up in an orderly way each one telling each that they loved them to death -- and they'd guessed every word, and that straight away.
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Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Janet's New Year Party
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Sounds like a memorable beginning to a year that I hope was equally memorable!! Smiles.
ha what a way to start a new year, and intriguing game and a fire...that will burn a place in ones memory...smiles...happy day to you sir...
I think I have been to that party or one just like it. Nicely done.
Quite a party, Dave! Not wild but a little, enough to leave an impact of lingering memories! Nicely!
It sounds like a party with the resident me, me, me bores excluded. Wonderful.
A Cuban in London
Thanks and all blessings to you and yours.
Alas, there was not a word of truth in it - all invented. Sorry, but appreciate the comment.
The fire was in the imagination, I'm afraid. Much thanks for the response.
There you have it over me, then. Thanks for the kind words.
Do you know, I don't believe I have ever been to TRULY wild party! Maybe I should put that right while I still can!
The Elephant's Child
Ah, I'm glad you thought I'd excluded them - they are the downside of parties, to be sure. Thanks for commenting.
My party was lame compared to yours...that intriguing game, combined with the warmth of a few flames!!
All we had was too much food and drink, and a little song and dance!!! Hehehe:D
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