When I was younger I went to a memorable party just up the road from where I live. There was jelly & blancmange, games, a clown & they even gave everyone a goody bag to take home.
I love the way you have had to google the spelling of blancmange.
It was the night after we lost to Derby 2-0 at Upton Park in August 1992 - game was on a gloriously sunny Sunday.
After the game three friends and I - including our group Lothario - headed off to an 18th birthday garden party for my girlfriends college friend.
The house was a bloody big pile in Beckenham and the young lady whose birthday it was - lets call her Charlotte - was an absolute stunner.
I introduced her to my friends and it was immediately obvious that her and our Lothario properly fancied each other.
The afternoon went on and much booze was downed and we danced away to the very loud music in the back garden - bloody magic.
Just as it was getting dark Charlotte's parents asked everyone to gather on the patio so they could conduct the formalities.
Only problem was there was no sign of Charlotte - or our Lothario friend - despite numerous folks calling out for her.
"Turn that bloody music off," said her Dad, "She probably doesn't know we need her here."
The music got cut and for a few moments there was a very still silence until the unmistakable sounds started to come from the bedroom above the patio of the birthday girl and our Lothario engaging in vigorous copulation.
There did not really seem a great deal to be gained from staying much longer after that.
Party Party! Film circa 1983 is a good laugh, has lots of the stories from this thread in it. Cheap British film, corny, but full of names still around today.
Jacko from brush Strokes, my favourite film when I was about 8, have it on DVD now.
A school friend of mine was having a NYE party for the Millennium, in order to make sure it was a blast he had a warm up party.
Some younger kids turned up from the year below, the biggest lad in the house made them all eat dog food he had found in the kitchen. He then hosed them down in the back garden.
We were also doing tequila shots and I sneakily swapped the lemon with a section of white onion, my mate did his shot and took a bit of what he thought was the lemon. He then projected vomit across the dinning room table.
We then move onto the main event. It got gatecrashed by pikeys, house got trashed and the speakers blew on the count down.
I was chuffed to bits though as I asked my girl at the time....will you be my GF when the fireworks were going off! What a twat
Went to a party in Invicta Close, opposite Graftons as it was then, in about '82. The parents were at their caravan. The lad who was hosting wouldn't let his little brother come down stairs and so he phoned his parents at the clubhouse of the site and they came back and chucked us all out.
Went to a party in Invicta Close, opposite Graftons as it was then, in about '82. The parents were at their caravan. The lad who was hosting wouldn't let his little brother come down stairs and so he phoned his parents at the clubhouse of the site and they came back and chucked us all out.
Just been reminded of one, where we set up the contents of the dining room - table, chairs, candles, sideboard - on a mini roundabout.
this was either Hextable way or somewhere near Wilmington, all a bit hazy 25 years on.
Another time, I was chatting a young lady up in the kitchen at a party and casual hoisted myself up on the kitchen worktop, not realising it was actually the oven hob. My swinging legs then turned on the halaogen hob, which instantly became red hot, scorched my jeans and had me running around the kitchen like an idiot.
My first squat rave in a warehouse in bermondsey. Opened my eyes to a world that I didn't know existed until then.
For the house heads out there, seeing Kerri Chandler in an east london studio this year. Greatest set I've ever heard in terms of tunes and without a doubt the greatest vibe I've ever experienced.
My first squat rave in a warehouse in bermondsey. Opened my eyes to a world that I didn't know existed until then.
For the house heads out there, seeing Kerri Chandler in an east london studio this year. Greatest set I've ever heard in terms of tunes and without a doubt the greatest vibe I've ever experienced.
I think I can safely say that I understood about 20% of this post:( No doubt its my age but honestly each individual word is familiar but in that order - complete gibberish.
When I was 17 a mate of a mate drove us to a party in Abbey Wood. It turned out to be a dead loss, no spare and no beer left after a short time. I strolled to the kitchen and the only drink around was a bottle of gin. I filled my half pint glass full of neat gin and found myself an armchair and drank the lot (never before having drunk any spirits). Later on this mate of a mate said were leaving so I tried to stand up but had no feeling in my legs. I was literally legless, so they had to lift me out of the chair and carry me to the car. To this day I can't stand the smell of gin.
My first squat rave in a warehouse in bermondsey. Opened my eyes to a world that I didn't know existed until then.
For the house heads out there, seeing Kerri Chandler in an east london studio this year. Greatest set I've ever heard in terms of tunes and without a doubt the greatest vibe I've ever experienced.
I think I can safely say that I understood about 20% of this post:( No doubt its my age but honestly each individual word is familiar but in that order - complete gibberish.
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After the game three friends and I - including our group Lothario - headed off to an 18th birthday garden party for my girlfriends college friend.
The house was a bloody big pile in Beckenham and the young lady whose birthday it was - lets call her Charlotte - was an absolute stunner.
I introduced her to my friends and it was immediately obvious that her and our Lothario properly fancied each other.
The afternoon went on and much booze was downed and we danced away to the very loud music in the back garden - bloody magic.
Just as it was getting dark Charlotte's parents asked everyone to gather on the patio so they could conduct the formalities.
Only problem was there was no sign of Charlotte - or our Lothario friend - despite numerous folks calling out for her.
"Turn that bloody music off," said her Dad, "She probably doesn't know we need her here."
The music got cut and for a few moments there was a very still silence until the unmistakable sounds started to come from the bedroom above the patio of the birthday girl and our Lothario engaging in vigorous copulation.
There did not really seem a great deal to be gained from staying much longer after that.
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'Im gonna drown myself, 'you want hand?
Some younger kids turned up from the year below, the biggest lad in the house made them all eat dog food he had found in the kitchen. He then hosed them down in the back garden.
We were also doing tequila shots and I sneakily swapped the lemon with a section of white onion, my mate did his shot and took a bit of what he thought was the lemon. He then projected vomit across the dinning room table.
We then move onto the main event. It got gatecrashed by pikeys, house got trashed and the speakers blew on the count down.
I was chuffed to bits though as I asked my girl at the time....will you be my GF when the fireworks were going off! What a twat
this was either Hextable way or somewhere near Wilmington, all a bit hazy 25 years on.
Another time, I was chatting a young lady up in the kitchen at a party and casual hoisted myself up on the kitchen worktop, not realising it was actually the oven hob. My swinging legs then turned on the halaogen hob, which instantly became red hot, scorched my jeans and had me running around the kitchen like an idiot.
For the house heads out there, seeing Kerri Chandler in an east london studio this year. Greatest set I've ever heard in terms of tunes and without a doubt the greatest vibe I've ever experienced.