MOOSE KNUCKLE HOUSE Clawing my way from the murky depths of another epic New Years Eve celebration I’m not so much ready to attack 2011 as just give it big hug and sleep on top of it. Possibly drooling through most of January and once really familiar with the new year around March I’ll start farting in its presence .
From what I can recall of the weekend – it started off dining on fillet steaks and quaffing champagne in OXford and ended up being forcefully ejected from 2 East London pubs for kicking the door in and spraying customers with a fully automatic, chain fed Nerf Gun.
Somewhere in between there was raving, all-day discos, house parties,a cheeky visit to Fabric and SKIN TEARING, ROAD MAP VASCULARITY!
Then I woke up and found this.