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So long, farewell, Auf Weidersehn, get drunk!

My social calendar (read: sparsely filled and on Yahoo! ferchrissakes) has been filling up rapidly over recent weeks with people departing these fair isles, mostly for good. Bye-bye blighty and hello homeland appears to be all the rage this season. Which makes me a little glum and weirded-out because I realise I'll be doing the same thing in only a few months time. Anyway, on with the tales.

Friday was the day ... dividing my time evenly between two locations was the goal. Duncan bowed out of London life with a last hurrah at On Anon and I happily consumed my half-priced happy hour bottle of pinot grigio. In record time too. After a quick hop-skip to Victoria, I was farewelling Zippy, Beckman, Ingrid and a few others who had decided to hold a joint leaving bash at the Pimlico Wine Vault (suitably subterranean and warren-like). The theme was "Yesterday's Heroes" - they may have just said pick a noun and come as that - and I was all geared up to go as Magnum P.I. late into Thursday afternoon. Until I found out Linda's boyfriend was going as Magnum P.I. Fuck. So what's a girl to do? Why, go as Higgins of course! Cue tip-to-toe tan and a tacky pink lei - maahvellous.

Other celebs in attendance? A trio of Supermen, Batman, Wonder Woman, Sandy Olsen (in slut mode), Madonna, Jake Heke, William Wallace, Ronald Reagan and Abraham Lincoln, Luke and Leia, Danger Mouse and Penfold, a dashing Captain Stubing (must ... not ... fetishise ... Love Boat ...), along with geisha, clowns, cats ... dear God, you name it. In a star turn, Zippy donned blonde wig and slinky white dress to appear as the hairiest Marilyn Munroe ever envisaged - I worry about that boy sometimes. No, most times. I seem to recall dancing a lot with Lucy W who appeared to be very drunk right from the get-go ("Who's she come as?", someone asked ... "Herself probably", I replied). I worked out the next day that it was probably Ab Fab's Patsy. But who can tell whether that empty bottle of Stoli she insisted on clutching was merely a prop or the real deal? Best left in the realms of mystery I think.

Farewell travellers ... may your fondly remembered tales of life on the opposite side of the globe be as entertaining as they were at the time!
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