Unfortunately, there aren't
too many pictures from Dan's 30th birthday party at the Mayfair Club.
So few in fact, that there isn't even a picture of Dan. Why?
There are three reasons. Firstly, Nancy and I (with camera) were
late. Secondly, the doorman wouldn't let us in until the main club
opened an hour later. Finally, I got head butted by an obnoxious
eastern European guy (possibly Russian Mafiosi) who took a strong dislike
to me. Bygones....
Nancy all dressed up with
bodice, flowers in her hair and smile. Lookin' all good. Too
bad I was allergic to the flowers. Nah ... just kidding. Mmmmm,
would you buy a car from this woman? Bygones ... I'm rambling.
... At The Mayfair Club
Cassie, Asian Mystery Girl
Alice, Marleen and Nancy.
Alice and Marleen looking at
my nether regions. My fly is obviously open and I'm hanging out.
Cassie "Ooh la la. Can
I take a picture?"
Steve "I can't believe
you're walking around with it hanging out, man."
Mark "Whatever works man!"
Cassie "Can I see it again?"
Cassie "What if I ask
Nancy "What's Simon up to?"
"Agghhhhh .... not here
Aftermath of Being Headbutted
Mysterious black eye closeup.
Love this shot.
did this happen?" you ask. Well .... this Russian
guy objected to me putting some drinks down on his table while Nancy and I
were dancing. Normally people don't mind. He obviously did and stood
up, walked over, and gave them back to me. Okay. I put the
drinks on another table.
A few minutes later, he
objected to me dancing in front of his table. I told him that given
that other people were dancing in front of and around other tables, there
was no reason why I couldn't. He then said "Fuck you!". I
replied "You'll have to buy me dinner first." As I turned away from
him, he head butted me. This opened up a cut and a lump that would
have looked more at home on Mike Tyson than me. Very un-cool
Rather than start a fight,
we ended up getting him thrown out by the bouncers. According to
him, I was making a pass at his girlfriend. I didn't know he even
had a girlfriend. And being a bit old fashioned, I've always found
it to be poor form making passes at other girls when one's girlfriend is
present. He wasn't happy at being thrown out and was hanging around
the front to have a go at me again. By that time however, everyone
was ready to go and they escorted us out the back through the kitchen
'must save the president style'. I liked that last bit. Very