The weekend of the Nuclear Fallout Cat

After work on Friday a couple of us Lionheads explored the shisha-place behind the station before the traditional "one pint". I have only two words for you, cherry tobacco. It simply is the best. It was however cold to sit outside despite blankets so after only one pipe we almost ran to the comfy warmth of the Drummond accidently stepping on Oli's longboard a couple of times in the process. At the Drummond not only did I find out that I have zombie fingers (always knew I'm not entirely human), I also -finally- found out what my superpowers are thanks to Rob. Yes many sleepless nights I have pondered on that very question, but no longer. Maybe one day the world will be ready and I'll make it official, but until then Barbeque Woman's identity will have to be a secret along with Sparkly Man and EatPoo Woman. I’m gonna have to make a suit now... oh well. After a lot of heads in bags, a blinking fairy light umbrella and a couple bottles of wine it was home to harass a sleeping Johannes. On Saturday lovely Maria Maria danced in from the big city spreading an aura of creativity and Tempura. "The Dinner Club - For People Who Like To Eat (people)" gathered on our black rug and ate until we couldn’t move. 1 bottle of Vodka and 3 bottles of Rum later 4 people ended up in a bath wearing feather boas and glasses. Beautiful. So Sunday then, that’s when the Nuclear Fallout Cat came to be. In the hands of Rob the finest little cat toy was crafted with precision and love! It was everything a nuclear fallout cat could ever wish to be, flesh wounds for a nose, melting eyes, yes it literally came apart in his hands! We also decided that Nuclear Fallout Cat is the name of our soon to be world-wide famous pop band. What a weekend eh!!