Jerome's birthday party invitation...

Hey guys it is nearly time for my Birthday, this time I thought I would do something different.
So here it goes.
PARTY AT THE HARE.


Yes


Any hardcore people are welcome to come down on the Friday night for dinner at the Eyston Arms(very good food). Not to many of you though just special people.


During Saturday day time we could either go Bowling, Horse riding or Karting I do not mind which because I am fucking tops at all three.


Saturday evening will be a huge party at the Hare (fingers crossed) with a BBQ and GLADIATORS (Big inflatable with the little stands and the sticks. You bash the fuck into each other until one falls off). There is protective head gear for the pretty girls who do not want to mess up their make up, Lindsey and Chris.


The bar will be packed and it will be awesome.


The theme is PINK minimum pink Tshirt but a bottle of Moet for the best/ most outragous use of pink.


Please forward this on to the guys that I do not have email addresses for.


P.S the party is on Fri/ Sat 10th/ 11th september.

Jerome's alltime greatest outfits

1 The silver track suit and silver trainers (the trousers have press studs at the sides for quick flashing)
2 the Libertys flowery skirt and the green hat, worn with Converse boots
3 the surfer hair
4 my mother's Marks and spencer skirt, worn at chest level as a dress(tried on in a brief moment of drunken madness)
5 the Posh spice black dress with shaved armpits
6 the Dennis Rodman vest
7 the date box trainers
8 the blue YSL blazer, gives a handsome normal air which makes the rest of the list seem like a hideous dream

more contributions welcome...

Move your big truck

Hey Jerome! Move your big truck and tell us what's happening in your crazy life. Otherwise I'll make up my version. It goes something like this:

Friday night. I met my esteemed friends Marv, Clare, and Lucy for dinner in the Eystons. "How lucky I am to have friends like these," I thought to myself as I tucked into my halibut and listened to their fascinating and witty conversation. Marv is looking particularly beautiful tonight, despite the large spot adorning her chin. Then who should appear but Daniel Bashford. What good luck to meet him! What a splendid fellow he is! The noble art of archaeology advances with every scrape of his trowel. And I love to hear him talk about ridge and furrow.

Saturday: we spent a delightful afternoon playing pool before adjourning to that pleasant hostelry, the Oak, where the real ale flows like nectar. I enjoyed my friends' witty conversation and stimulating company and admired their excellent taste in music. We repaired to the Hare where a party was in full swing and I showed off my bartending skills. I was sad when my friends left for a sophisticated evening of music and wine in the delightful surroundings of their ancestral home.