Basket Wolves & Pretty Women

A splendid party was had on Saturday night in Manchester to celebrate the 30th birthday of our good friend Marion. She's the uber-lovely blonde in the photo below, no doubt laughing at the boniness of a certain poet's knee and the invasiveness of yours truly :

J and I were fortunate enough to be there hours before anyone showed up, thus given first dibs on all the awesome freshly-cooked pastries and chocolate Scandinavian thingies and the guacamole and the whiskey. M was able to take a few pics prior to all the eye-reddening, and we even managed to sneak in a few games of charades before people started piling in. "Omelette the 13th" anyone? How about "Drizzle Cock"?

Good friends, good times, good food, and good drink. What more do you need really?

(Sure, but crotchless panties can be considered good times or good food already, can't they?)