This weekend some close friends were invited round of a Psychic Party and House Warming. A friend Kay and I prepared the living room/kitchen, see photos below:
(Altar prepared with things for the games.)
(The kitchen.)
(The living room 1.)
(The living room 2.)
(The living room 3.)
A good time was had by all (see photos below). They had the grande tour on their arrival followed by drinks. We then did some Numerology, aura sensing and energy transfer. These activities were followed by food (pizza and nibbles) and then we did some more games: pendulums, tarrot cards and What’s my future game.
Kay and I gave them a gift of a small silver bag with crystals that had been charged with positive energy before they left, which was at twenty-past one.
Kay and I stayed up chatting for an hour after they’d gone and then shattered went to bed. The party was such a success that I intend to hold a psychic party annually.
Contributors include: Will Young, Sir Elton John, Alan Carr, Jonathan Ross, Peter Kay, Jackie Collis, Annie Lennox, Stephen Fry, Liz Smith, Emma Thompson, John Barrowman, Paul O’Grady and many more.
The hard-back book with glossy pages contained hand written letters, typed letters and photos of some the contributors at the age of sixteen. Their messages to themselves included: words of warning, regrets, messages of hope, reassurance that things would be ok, a need to conquer their fears and worries. The book made me laugh, cry and think about myself as a sixteen year old.
Interestingly a friend who knew me at sixteen CS recently got back in touch via Facebook. We had a long phone conversation (over two and a half hours) and are planning to meet for a coffee.
After a lot of thought about myself at sixteen and after speaking to CS I decided to write my own letter to my sixteen year old self. I have wrote my own letter to myself at sixteen (there a a few missed words – must start checking all my writing and edit it properly), here it is:
I would highly recommend you buy Dear Me: A Letter to My Sixteen-Year-Old Self for yourself and possibly for a Christmas / Yule present for some of your family or friends. I promise you and them will love it.
When mum and me got there bottom of the stage kind of looked like a mosh pit (but thankfully without the moshing). The standers started to fill the space, getting as close to the stage as they could. We were the seated and gradually filled too.
Three men came on and never said a word just started playing, we assumed correctly that they were the warm up band. I have to say the warm up band was crap. I’ve known better pub singers (honestly!) and then there was a long wait. But boy….was she worth the wait!
The crowd was mixed but of the standers they were mainly lesbians. Lesbians for those of you who don’t know the gay world, worship pink. Literally worship. Through out the show she was thrown and given gifts. T-shirts, teddy’s, gift bags and plenty of bra’s.
In typical Pink style she started out getting the party started. See photos:
(Pink coming on stage, what an entrance!)
(Indeed she pandered to the lesbians sexual fantasies, although she didn’t need too. Perhap’s sex just part of her personality?)
Then she slowed it down. It was fantastic to see the emotion when she sang and obvious meaning some of these songs had to her:
(Pink slowing things down.)
But it wasn’t long before Pink was back to her upbeat music, with some interesting acrobatics:
And an interesting costume change:
Then when we thought we had seen it all and it was nearly the last song, she slowed us down and got involved with the acrobatics:
(That’s pink up there.)
Mum and I (see below) had a really good night and it gave us time on the journey there and back to talk, we don’t see enough of each other. Mum says she loves how Pink really put on a show, whereas I say I have decided: Pink is Sexy. This is high praise from a gay man, I’ve never even said that about Kylie. Well done Pink.
(Oh and the random girls behind us sussed out after several attempts to get a decent photo of us both, that they were in the picture and decided to smile, or at least I think that’s what they were trying to do?)
I am like Samantha in The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella, I am not a domestic goddess. So I was most impressed with myself when I got possessed the other Sunday and cleaned out the junk room.
The bed was still in it’s plastic covering with half unpacked boxes piled high on it. I emptied the boxes, made the bed and finally cleaned the entire apartment. Here’s a pic of the forma junk room, now guest bedroom:
Friends are welcome to text or call and stay any time. You are promised a warm welcome, in a homely feel apartment.
With Love,
Antony x
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Saturday 15 August 2009
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