The Lad’s non-party turned out to be a cracking good time, as you can see from the lesbians. Also, champagne! But I might have been an idiot. Happily, I spent most of the evening talking to Kati Vol, whose natural exuberance was perfectly matched by my garrulous drunkenness. I have no memory of our conversation, except that Sufis were involved. If only I had played my cards right, I could have had a happy groping experience to remember. As it is, all I have is a rain-stained jacket and severe dehydration.
In conclusion, here are Kati Vol and Jessica, ringing in the New Year. If you know what I mean.