"When a man is tired of Sevenoaks he is tired of life"

One week ago the Dinner Club: for people who like to eat (people) assembled in Sevenoaks at Rob's mansion for the much anticipated "Session Two". Though in somewhat smaller numbers, since Maria and Johannes couldn't make it, the members made an excellent attempt to exceed in alcohol and food consumption. Just like Session One we didn't manage to actually devour any people but this time an excellent spicy udon king prawn stir fry. Rob would not allow Haku and Mei to join in on the feast but as he felt particularly generous and humble this day he treated them to some Tesco quality cat food. Happy days. To repay this magnanimous deed they devoted the majority of their night and early morning to secret ninja attacks on our bedroom doors.

 Kitten in my bag.

Catman... dadadadadadadadaaa CATMAAAAN... Ive been plotting to make him a suit. It is going to be magnificent!

Its just deep. So incredibly deep.

I'm always amazed how they manage to design these signs to deliver a message that's just universally clear and understandable. Its like art.. I just can't get my head around it. It must be an innate talent that some lucky people just posses.

1. Don't pet the deer under the nose

2. Don't pet the deer ON the nose (or pinch their nose)

3. Don't dance infront of the deer

4. You may poke your dog with a stick in the neck

5. Do not barbeque the deer

6. There is a treasure chest on the gates between 10.15am to 6pm

When no one is around...

Epic

A couple of us people with good taste in music went to see Plaid, DMX krew and Luke Vibert this Saturday. Epic. Yes, even if everyone but me would fall under the category of "orutinerad" and almost slept on the dancefloor. Ok ok, they had been out for half a drink the night before. But really? Are we not grown ups? Are we not trained in the art of abusing our internal organs? Well I know I am. Anyways, despite having to take a taxi to Guildford (just to clarify, real men would stay up dancing all night then take the early train back. And yes, I think of myself as a real man) it was simply ACE. Nah, I didn’t get to offer Plaid my bag for their heads as was the plan, but I have a feeling the taxi would have been replaced by a police escort if I had jumped across the stage swinging my bag towards them. Also come to think of it I did spend most of my salary at Cybercandy at Covent Garden that same afternoon. My bag was so full of Japanese and American sweets (read artificial food colouring and stuff probably labelled as poison in higher concentration) that I doubt it could have fit even a small head anyway. But hey, I managed to get a one eyed Mikeymo's head in there. Not too bad.

Ehhr... I think it's called a "Whazoo". It said "artificial flavours" on it but I'm sure thats all lies. I ate one before I went to bed and had apocalyptic dreams of the universe unfolding. Yeah. Good stuff.

In a perfect world...

...Miss Hjort and I would enjoy endless amounts of hummus and Captain Morgan rum whilst listening to quality music. Word.

 

C'est moi!

According to Maria I aggressively force feed my friends with homemade tempura. She is spot on!

My Desk Family

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!!