That's How It Happened

Once again its the morning after the night before. It was Jonky's secret 30th birthday yesterday. He was lured to Shoreditch on false pretenses, then kidnapped by moi, wrapped in a black sheet, and driven cross country at 90mph back to sunny Suffolk. Its rare that a surprise party really happens without the victim getting some idea. On this occasion my terror tactics of blaring trance music and lunatic backwards driving managed to produce enough disorientation that Jonky had no idea where he was. Yet again I awoke with a hellish headache, partly due to the punch, partly the low level pyrotechnics, and partly hours of dancing to hip hop bootlegs. Photos will be appearing on Cool Nina 97 shortly.