Yes, we've done it again - put out our invites for our annual New Year's Eve shindig. (You see what I did there? Shindig? I thought it was a suitably cheesy word for a party at Chez Retro.)
Ahem.
Anyway. We're going to fill up the kiddie pool, light the brazier, inflict our music tastes on the neighbourhood and generally spend the evening hanging out with friends.
That'd be you.
So if you're not already booked in for a dozen other parties that night, we'd love to see you! BYO alcohol, we'll lay on some food and we won't even charge you to cool your feet in the pool. (And hopefully, this year we won't need to crowd under the back porch for raucous a capella hilarity while the skywater buckets down.)
You know the place: 32 The Fairway, Kingsbury.
The time: 7.30 onwards.
The final instructions: be there or be uniangularly cuboidal.
(I'm a little crazed from fighting the Xmas shopping crowds, but I don't think it shows. Much. Sssssssh.)
Ahem.
Anyway. We're going to fill up the kiddie pool, light the brazier, inflict our music tastes on the neighbourhood and generally spend the evening hanging out with friends.
That'd be you.
So if you're not already booked in for a dozen other parties that night, we'd love to see you! BYO alcohol, we'll lay on some food and we won't even charge you to cool your feet in the pool. (And hopefully, this year we won't need to crowd under the back porch for raucous a capella hilarity while the skywater buckets down.)
You know the place: 32 The Fairway, Kingsbury.
The time: 7.30 onwards.
The final instructions: be there or be uniangularly cuboidal.
(I'm a little crazed from fighting the Xmas shopping crowds, but I don't think it shows. Much. Sssssssh.)