Mum and Dad had a party last night, which wasn’t as drak as I had anticipated.
Dad swings in the right company, he’s incredible.
The people who came were witty and reasonably in touch. REASONABLY.
And here was me, long hair, peace sign, tight jersey and suede belt with fringe dangling, jeans and bare feet, sitting cross-legged by the fire, smoking and drinking, studying all these young executives.