Asbos

Fuck fuck ouch.

Spent Sunday blissfully ignoring the looming Monday rolling in the grass dressed as a leopard at a party in the grounds of a mansion in Dorset.

Unfortunately our driver only stopped drinking at about 3pm. Every time we questioned him about his sobriety he said: 'Right, I won't drink anything from now on'.

We sent him to get his head down for 2 hours and when the time came to find him his car was mysteriously empty.

He'd crawled into someone else's empty tent to lie there, not sleeping.

Made a slight mishap by offering a guy I met on the 'floor a lift back to London. When it came to the crunch there was no room and we had to drop him at a train station. Poor guy. Lesson learned about allowing my twisted sensibilities to rule and offering things I can't deliver.