We Were Up All Night
As promised (weeks ago) here are a few images and memories of the night that Rothelite became a verb.
Apologies for the blurriness of these photos.
Aubergines scare the life out of Helen.
It was a strange and fun night that lasted until morning. I was rothelited at around 2 a.m., others were acquired soon after me. What started as a film viewing ended as a sober and vomitous insomniac nightmare, intermingled with ironing-board covers and saying the word rrhhhhyyyyssssss. This photograph is, for me, symbolic of that odd, odd Thursday.
I also like these facial expressions, they are a bit poignant.