Last night shenanigans started early and we were all dressed up, Egyptian-styley. I gave myself Egyptian eyes, which looked suspiciously Winehousey. Worst cover-band-duet EVER (Pokerface? Seriously?). Mike had the most authentic gallabah (cannot spell that word consistently for the life of me.) and actually managed to look quite debonair, whereas Andrew was unknowingly wearing Egyptian pyjamas. Given there were about 1000 people there, mainly Russians and Germans, we managed to uphold the fine reputation of the English Abroad, despite having a token American, a surrender-monkey, and obv a Saffa or 2, plus others. The 8 still standing did a convincing rendition of Token New Years Eve Song, with plenty of la, la, lai-ing. Even Phil was in his element as there was a belly-dancer, though she wasn't a patch on Thalia - his first belly-dancer-love from the boat. Mel and Pete were on top form, and may I say what lovely, pleasant, kind, and truly charming people they both are. On a totally different topic, Pete googled and found this blog.
Today was a day of travelling, as usual, and about to take final leg back to Heathrow. Gagging for a G&T!
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