So my housemate Annastacia has decided we are holding a massive party at our place soon. Shame she didn’t actually ask her housemates about it first. Annastacia has alloted our roles equitably - she does the gravy drinking and we do the paying. Which is nice.
As part of the celebrations we will be funding the final segment of the Tokyo-Paris-Los Angeles-Brisbane train line. It seems a bit extravagant given that it will be used by only one train, and has to be specially reinforced to cope with its supersized vats of gravy. But we wouldn’t want to offend by refusing. Annastacia has reserved herself a first class seat.
We will be hosting shoe wearing competitions. Underwater upside down swimming. Weapons displays. Should be rivetting.
And all performed on the back of gigantic white elephants.
Anyhoo, you are all invited, as am *I. Woo fricken hoo.
*If we shell out for the tickets, no doubt. Although I think Annastacia’s tickets were comped by the IOC in recognition for “services to the gravy industry”