So blagged an invite to the wearable arts afterparty. Well, I did help two of the stilters for about five minutes, so I reckon that makes me crew.
Fancy do, normally if there’s that many women taller than me at a party, its coz they’re trannies. Instead, models. I just wanted walk up to one of the six foot tall, emaciated women wearing flimsy dresses and say “so, what do you do for a living?” Or just walk up to one carying a big plate of food and say “hi, we earthpeople thought you should have this.”
But hey, free drink and food. And its not often you see Shed 6 looking all done up. We left after the speeches and before the band.