Actually, there were only 30 on Dame M's ceiling. Matched the number of guests, as opposed those who accepeted an invite, 60, as opposed to the 90 who were invited. R is very critical, quite rightly perhaps, of sending an invite via email.
Towards the end of the night, Dame M made a wonderful speech and directly addressed to those who she considered real friends, so perhaps it was as well that it was not a huge party. Her real friends were there. We, at our junior age, would be hard pressed to rustle up 30 friends for a party. Her totally hot muso/security/carpenter great nephew attended for a while, hot hot hot, but so straight. A certain forty plus single woman fell in lust with him, as did I again.
But what about this other guy I already know? Cute, young, hot, smooth, slim. Nah, 40+, hairy, shaved balding head, masculine and he was being a bit too 'familiar'. I have English heritage and so does he, we don't touch, unless it means something.
Being the shallow queen that I am, I am just curious and like to 'do him' once. Just out of curiosity you understand.
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