I arrived in the early afternoon, late because I have to do the dogs first. Well, the party was already well and truly in full swing. All pissed as farts. A bit early I thought. As the party wore on, things just got worse. I just didn't know what to do. Whenever I wanted to move, I had to step over writhing bodies or those already passed out.
It just goes to show you can not really tell what people are like from emails. Ashara(and her consort) were there. My, what a good time Mama she is. Lets just leave it that. Oh okay, just a bit....you see Les was laso there(deep voiced dish) and quite obviously Ashara was taken with him. Her fingers were playing thru his hair, whilst he just moaned softly. I felt myself start to blush so i left at that point to go outside. Well, that was not much better. Donna and Strings(not listers-i wonder why) were in the most strange position and talking to eachother in some language I haven't heard before but it apparently required quite a bit of deep breathing. A difficult language to learn without passing out I would think. Then there was Garret. What a sweet quiet young man, i thought. Well, looks can be deceiving. Once Martin and Chris got their instruments out, the sweet young man impression just vanished. Leivre(sp?)-beautiful, elegant, butter wouldn't melt-one would think-but there she was going from kitchen to the 'love room' keeping everyone 'supplied'. And then Azeem-what can I say..so quiet and polite and well, um,...depraved is the word that springs to mind. Poor Steve-I have some very good, compromising pictures of him and his antics. i haven't decided yet whether to put them on site or sell them to the highest bidder. As for my John, I gave up trying to explain that i really don't know these people that well. i had NO IDEA at all. What can you tell from email? Very little it seems. When I finally left, still reeling with shock, i just about made it out the door before being dragged into whatever strange game they were playing. It required lots of moaning and loosening of clothes. The following day, i returned for the second day of this 'fest'(well, I had to didn't I? It juts wouldn't have been polite not to). It seemd Good Time Mama had over done it and she and her consort Sal, had left. Perhaps the British 'reserve' was cramping her style. I believe she was going to some Pagan ritual thing in deepest darkest Suffolk. I know all about those. They are often in the Sunday tabloids. If you thought Day 1 was quiet and restrained, Day 2 made me feel I had been in a time machine and gone back to the times of Nero. Just when i thought all was lost, I heard Donna surface and say'can't you talk about anything else but fucking Joni?' It is very tempting to go on and tell you all about this second day, but i have principles and I am sure Chris , such a good friend, would not really want me to explain you why the police were called and just why they all have to go to court on Monday. Something to do with the 'corruption and obscenity' laws. I am sure it was all just a misucdersatnding and the stains will come out in the wash..... (in case you are wondering why I don't have to go to court...apart from being sober, naturally, it was just so obvious to the police, who arrived in riot gear btw, that i was an inncocent bystander with high moral standards). So that is it folks.....UK Jonifest 2002 is over(well my part in it anyway, but according to the news this morning a disturbance has been reported in the genral driection of Chris' home). Will I be attending UK JoniFest 2003? Of course. They will need someone to keep them in line. -- bw colin DAK,BRO GC, 950i, 940,860,864,890, 260,Silver 830,860, 580 and 270, Passap 6000, Duo80,Creation 6 [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.tantra-apso.com
