It was off to the wilds of Soho for LUXmas on Saturday night, which I think was rather fun, but I probably should have eaten something before drinking so much red wine, as I only remember drunkenly rambling at various people. I'm not sure if they were actively backing away and making excuses, but I wouldn't have blamed them if they had been, as I suspect I was mostly talking bollocks. The previous four nights had taken their toll and ravaged my senses somewhat.

Don't just take my word for it, Frazer Irving was apparently so stricken by his hangover on the morning after the Phonogram party that he was compelled to draw this picture on Saturday as a warning to others:

"What red wine does to a man's eloquence" – Frazer Irving 2008

Except it was too late for me, as I'd already had three or four buckets of wine by then. (I did ask for a small glass, only to be told, rather snottily, "we only do large glasses.")

There was some other fun stuff up on the walls. I especially liked Sally-Anne Hickman's glittery sexy cupcake, Cherry Bakewell, and the real-time sketch done in the bar, of someone sketching people in the bar, which can be seen on the left here.

It was a pretty good ending to a pretty good week. I was glad to have Sunday off, though. Of course, right now I'm off to Twinterval so the party season ain't over yet!

Saturday: fry-up; hangover; Harvey; Some Like It Hot; long bath; bus to the Prince Arthur; LUC's first birthday; Nepalese curry take-away; whisky; sickly-sweet cake; surrounded by people colouring-in drawings of legs; watching people sign Sally-Anne's boobage; bus home at midnight.

Sunday: lovely roast dinner at The Crown And Two Chairmen; Burn After Reading; beer at The Harp; tube home; flake out with Penny Century.

Monday: bleurgh.