A fete at Bermondsey (c1570), by Jacob Hofnagel

The party for my brother's partner was fantastic! There was such a good turnout, and my family was well represented. Some of my closest friends were there too. The odd bunch were all there. Well done guys!!! I played a few of the old songs, then my brother's partner played her own records for the rest of the night. There was lots of laughter and the atmosphere was quite magical. The pub landlord and landlady are such thoughtful and generous hosts, and provided a lovely cold spread.
The word 'magical' has significance. I went to bed at 4am and got up at 11am, having woken up several times. Both feet were tapping and my mind was in full swing. Millions of fleeting, happy thoughts and memories were flying round and round. The atmosphere is like the fairie music from Mendelssohn's Midsummer Night's Dream (hence the magic; this time white rather than black).
There were two alarming moments yesterday. The first was when Cunt the First (bipolar) came in. I made a beeline for my brother and his partner, and became a barrier between them and him. This was just as well, since the vulnerable person of the previous day had reverted to the normal, hyper-gobby one. I could see a few comatose expressions amongst his unwilling audience. The second alarming moment was when Cunt the Second (incontinent alcoholic) came in, so I had my workload as a barrier doubled. He stood by Cunt the First but didn't speak to him. The poor audience had two cunts talking at them at the same time. Both cunts talked bollocks, as usual. It was wonderful that my brother, his partner and I were almost entirely unplagued by cunts yesterday. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After all, I didn't want the poor girl's party spoiled by the likes of them.