Alex's Birthday Bash

After years in the Wilderness (How else do I describe their move to Basingstoke, Leeds and then Kew?) they had finally moved back into Central London in time for Alex's birthday bash. Saying Central London is a bit of an understatement in itself, their new home is a beautiful dockside apartment in Shad Thames, down near Butlers Wharf and Tower Bridge.

Apparently a number 47 bus went directly from our home to theirs so Saturday evening, having groomed and dressed we found our way to the bus stop and thankfully we are on a route that is widely serviced by transportation. We didn't have to wait much more than five minutes before a bright red double decker came rolling along and we took our seats upstairs.

The journey was fine until we hit the Surrey Quays One way system, when you could have easily thought we were in the evening rush hour traffic. There were cars everywhere and for ten minutes we hardly moved, so disembarked and walked instead to Canada Water to take the tube instead.

Arriving just after 8 there were so many of the old gang I have not seen in ages and even some of my own neighbours, whom I have not seen in an age.

The new apartment was definitely something else. A converted warehouse on a dockside with big wooden original beams throughout and an absolutely enormous open living room and entertaining area. You could see why Alex would want it just for it's party potential.

Upon arrival one of the catering staff took our coats and bought us drinks and I have to hand it to them that your glass didn't once empty completely. Meanwhile another server was running around with little canapes such as mini Chicken and Leak Pies about an inch square and spoons of Tuna & Advocado. Scrummy nibbles.

I was so surprised when Matthew (Matt Sexy Shorts) arrived. I know Kal is friends with Alex and Mikey but had no idea that Matt knew them too. He'd also grown a really thick hairy chest and had always been smooth in the years that I knew him. He looked rather dashing in a Magnum P.I. way.

I'm guessing it must have been so as to not annoy the neighbors' but there was no music whatsoever! We didn't want a mad one and the fact that the servers kept our glasses always filled, the drink started to be felt early on and Dusan was starting to look a little worse for the wear and requested to go home. I couldn't leave him to travel across London on his own so we sadly left fairly early on.

Alex & Mikey's parties are quite legendary in their logtivity, so at least I woke Sunday fresh and hangover free. Dusan meanwhile slept for England, sleeping from around 11:00PM to 430PM and back in bed by 10PM. I swear if sleeping were an endurance Olympic Sport he would win gold! Happy Birthday Alex!