My husband and I (suzo) decided to have a wee house warming and what better theme than a British Party. The invites went out (with a list of suggestions as to who to dress up as, as we were a bit worried it was going to be a Beckham / Simon Cowell themed party) and man did the yanks go to town. We provided Pimms (which the lawyer from work managed to get drunk on)...we had crumpets, cheese and jam sandwiches, pigs in blankets, cheese and pineapple on sticks - all we were missing were some scotch eggs.
We let the neighbours know that it might be slightly loud (with the built in surround sound in our apartment!) and invited them to join (which they politely declined) and it was a hilarious night. The Queen and Amy Winehouse had a dance off - the British quiz was won by one of the brits girlfriends (but no cheating was observed) and we even had two Suzy's at the party (The Val....pure genious). 
All in all it was a mint night. At the end of our Do, we rocked on to a Jersey Shaw party, which was by no way as good as ours - although I'm not sure I could see to really qualify this statement.
The only thing that went missing was our British Cock('rell) which is being held hostage by the Winehouse....We miss our British cock Barry....
No comments:
Post a Comment