War

Now you'll get what you asked for.

In the end...

... it was indeed a triumph of our times. More people than at an Arsenal match. More empty bottles at the end of the evening than after a Bananarama concert. And more interesting and intelligent people gathered together than present in the rest of the country (mum included!).
Truly spectacular.
Now, where was that plane ticket...?

Coming up

First, there was Milanese uber-style. This - dear reader - is indeed where I work. Or at least, part of it. And so far, so good:


But on Thurday, this will happen:


Mainly because we are planning to light up the room with teacandles in paper bags. Duh!

Honestly, this launch party isn't coming too soon. We have been waiting for it for MONTHS. But now that it's closing in on us, I am really feeling a detached sense of otherness. Almost as if all this were happening to someone else. Myabe I just lost my mind in this topsy-turvy place... or maybe my body is just craving gin...