Party Animals

Just think. If you weren’t there, you missed the social event of the season… You could have satisfied a deep urge to chat about the social habits of lions with Daniel; you could have had your head cut off to show sympathy with John the Baptist and to try to chat up the beautiful Salome; you could have even been an angel or (less likely) a virgin. Wine, women and executions. What more could you ask?? OK then, wine, men and executions. There was also a quick session of bodily contact which we tried to disguise under the guise (surprisingly) of an innocent game (we know your fetishes, Ian Jones). And Sister Amadeus was our presiding angel of judgement (she liked Salome, by the way, and the improvised head…actually there were quite a few people who murmured their wish that that particular head hadn’t been improvised…) Yes, an excellent session of debauchery, violence and the swilling of copious quantities of liquid (not the River Ouse). Fine training for those considering a career in the church, incidentally.

So what was this?

The CHRISTIS party of course…