A party in a pub, to be precise ... or, to be even more accurate, we shall mostly be standing outside a pub which is hosting a party. Of course, the liberal application of beer and gin may lead to lethargy being in evidence here tomorrow.
Tonight's event is the birthday of a friend of a friend who just happens to be a union worker ... and has friends who are also union workers. I've been ordered not to talk about politics for some unfathomable reason, as if the notion had even crossed my mind!
So the kids have been packed off for the evening, the cab is booked and there's bacon in the fridge for 'morning after' brekkie. All that's left to do now is to change into party gear. I was thinking of something like this complete with accessories.
Whaddya reckon? Too pink?