Transpocalypse Then
Not up to blogging about it properly yet, still nursing a slightly sore head and trying to put things in order in my mind. I was hoping some early-bird bloggers would have written up the night so they could remind me exactly what happened, but so far only Gillian has surfaced, which has helped, even if she did skirt round the issue of Siobhan and the Arab.
Expect proper write-up later, with pictures and stuff. Promise!
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Please hurry - I need to find out what I did
ah, I would say, but my lips are sealed.
(except on saturdays)
Bex - great evening, really good to meet evryone, so thanks for being a super-organised t-babe! Sigh: sorry that I spent good chunks on the dancefloor rather than gassing to all the girls in the T-zone downstairs. C'est cera; tranny+dance music=sore feet.
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