Many thanks to those who made it to the party on Friday, or to those who made it through the door. Brilliant sets from Mother & The Addicts and Haunted House (Steev Errors and Tom Straun previously of Park Attack fame) who stormed the bitzed crowd at 4am with a perverted cover of Kids Of Amercia. Which makes it all the more remarkable the Polis didn't turn up to ruin our fun. It was the first time I've witnessed a gig in the living room from the crowd before and it was fucking immense. There must have been 200 people rammed in there. No room to dance but you could jump and not for the first time there was a semi-violent mosh pit where there should have been a rug and a TV or a vase and other living room type things. It took about 20 minutes to move between rooms, you couldn't even plough through the crowd there wasn't anywhere for it to go. The hallway was still packed solid at 6am and I've heard reports of a queue to get into the flat stretching down the stairs of the close. I have vaugue memories of playing air guitar on a prosthetic leg on a table infront of a rapturous crowd and others, confirmed by photographs, of Joe decked out to the nines in glow sticks, looking like a villain from Tron. It ended at about 10am. The samauri sword smashed telly with a strobe light jammed inside still flickering away while stragglers were talked down off the roof. The kitchen was flooded, the radiator was off the wall and people had tried in vain to mop it up with the Yellow Pages, leaving a black mulsh. And some utter bastard ripped the intercom buzzer thing off the front of the building, so when my landlord phoned me the next day he was raging, saying he was going to report me to the police and sue me if I have another party. What? Shut up. There WILL be another party, but it will probably be the last. We're off on tour through March and if I'm not evicted or sued by April, the landlord plans to rip out the staircase and convert the flat into two 'luxury' apartments. Its a shame; so many happy, debauched memories. But it does give me the excuse I need to go tits out on the next party, I'm thinking a two day festival with tents in the garden. PARTY ON.