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(Updated on 21 March)
I turned 42 yesterday. According to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy this is the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Accordingly, tonight, we're having a Rubik's Cube party. The principal behind the concept is simple, yet profound. We are all here to play a part in the great puzzle that is life. Everyone arrives wearing different coloured clothes. By the end of the night, they need to end up wearing clothes of all the same colour. This is accomplished by trading articles of clothing with fellow party attendees.
The event has not begun entirely auspiciously. My Crazy Landlord, who is usually the principal host in events at this house, went out on a bit of a tear last night. He arrived home at 2:30 in the morning in the company of a man named "McFuck". I heard sounds of merriment and disaster throughout the night. About 5:30 in the morning they went to bed. When I saw John (aka Crazy Landlord) the next morning, his foot was roughly the size of an elephant testicle - roughly the same shape and colour as well.
After a greasy breakfast he went to the hospital where they told him it was sprained and he should keep off of it for a while.
This has been translated in his hungover brain to "go home and treat all of your housemates as slaves".
Hopefully within a couple of hours we should have a few guests who can coo over him and rub frozen peas on his foot.
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I think the party was a success. There are links to some pictures and a movie of the event above. The elephant testicle foot didn't seem to affect the Crazy Landlord overly much. There wasn't nearly as much nudity and swapping of clothing as I hoped for, but perhaps that's a good thing. Age is beginning to take its toll on all of us.
The next day a few of us who attended the Rubik's Cube party and a number of others had a posh brunch in Bank Aldwych which I think I enjoyed more than the actual party. No doubt another sign of age and wisdom -- or at least sloth and gluttony.


That is a genius idea for a party. Can I steal it for my next soirée?