Tube Station Party!
Last night we had a Tube Station Party as a way to say goodbye to flatmate who is doing all the rest of her Masters at field stations.
The basic premise of a Tube Station Party is that you come as a Tube Station. For example, Barbican is supposed to be the best - you partner up with someone, and one of you comes as Barbie and the other as Ken.
We had a very cute Angel, a Hammersmith (by an Alum of Smith College, MS, carrying a hammer), a half-arsed Golders Green and a Barkingside. Also, a Grange Hill, and naturally, a Cockfosters. The Fosterscock lasted about 4 hours, so pretty good going. I was persuaded to be West India Quays - original plan had been to come as Tooting Broadway, but apparently wearing the infamous salwar kameez, and hanging my legendary enormous bunch of keys/keyrings round my neck was a good costume.
Photos to follow, I am sure...
We redecorated the kitchen with fake "adverts" and Poems on the Underground (i.e. flatmates' bad limericks and so on!), turned five tissue boxes into a Tube train, and made sure there was a London Lite lying around (at least until a glass was broken and lots of newspaper was needed to clear up the mess!).
Got to bed at...um...4:45am. Got up today at 2pm. Yay!
But I do miss flatmate. *pouts*
The basic premise of a Tube Station Party is that you come as a Tube Station. For example, Barbican is supposed to be the best - you partner up with someone, and one of you comes as Barbie and the other as Ken.
We had a very cute Angel, a Hammersmith (by an Alum of Smith College, MS, carrying a hammer), a half-arsed Golders Green and a Barkingside. Also, a Grange Hill, and naturally, a Cockfosters. The Fosterscock lasted about 4 hours, so pretty good going. I was persuaded to be West India Quays - original plan had been to come as Tooting Broadway, but apparently wearing the infamous salwar kameez, and hanging my legendary enormous bunch of keys/keyrings round my neck was a good costume.
Photos to follow, I am sure...
We redecorated the kitchen with fake "adverts" and Poems on the Underground (i.e. flatmates' bad limericks and so on!), turned five tissue boxes into a Tube train, and made sure there was a London Lite lying around (at least until a glass was broken and lots of newspaper was needed to clear up the mess!).
Got to bed at...um...4:45am. Got up today at 2pm. Yay!
But I do miss flatmate. *pouts*
