Way out West (behind Bethnal Green Tesco supermarket)

During the weekend, I was thinking back to the previous one, the date of the Wild West party. Held at Lynny's pad, all the usual suspects were there barring Mark, Joel, Simon, Maria and Anna (and I believe Mark got a job and moved to the Channel Islands just to avoid dressing up for this party). There were new faces: Lynny's new flatmate, Lara; Miriam's Canadian friend, Lacey; and friends of Lara, Alex and female companion. With the arrival of Mr Goff wearing a poncho/rug slung around his shoulders, we formed a triumvirate of Alex's though to little effect. I accessorised most of my outfit in Mongolia, including Levi 501s and bull belt buckle. Lynny had a superb outfit as can-can girl/whore with even a mini water pistol in her garter. When we went out on the town (not to a club as I hoped, dressed as we were) to a karaoke pub (though none of us performed), I left my cap-gun eight-shooters back at the flat. The police can shoot you dead for carrying a table leg (too blind that they can't see it's not a sawn-off shotgun, but not too blind to get a head shot), so what would they do with imitation guns?!? At the flat, there were drinking games and inevitable hoe-downs, Tom surprisingly proficient at the latter. It was all great fun, catching up and whatnot and, unlike the later Chalet parties, had a deeper intimacy as everyone knew everyone else. I look forward to the next event (when I will try to recycle as much of my outfit as possible).