And verily it came to pass...

Saturday night was the fancy dress celebrity party at Wolfson. I went as air hostess Britney, in an outfit I rather stupidly bought from Ann Summers. It was very short and muchos tit tape was required to prevent wardrobe malfunctions. Lauri went as the Pope (and won first prize!), James went as Our Lord Jesus Christ (complete with crown of thorns and bread rolls and tins of sardines), Ryan went as Dog, Bounty Hunter (although James told anyone who asked that he was dressed as a gay porn star) and Glen went as Monty Burns. The photo was taken at the beginning of the night, before the spankfest on the dance floor, when the Pope spanked Britney's arse and was later punished by being spanked by Jesus, much to the stress of Wolfson's more religious students. All quite disturbing.

Sunday was James's birthday - he is now an old, old man (and he felt extra ancient yesterday after the carnage of Saturday night). Simone, Sophie and I made him a breast cake, with strawberry jam and jelly babies as nipples. He is indeed a lucky man to have 3 such domesticated bitches!