After-party

It's 2.40am and we've just got back from a party in Tel Aviv (Ben Yehuda to be precise, though most of Tel Aviv could probably hear the music pumping out from the rooftop). One of those parties where the natives drink a couple of bottles of beer and they become instant idiots (let's face it, Israelis don't know how to drink). There were a couple of them that really needed a slapping tonight, especially the way they manhandled mrs. anglosaxy's cousin, who was also there (I really didn't feel good leaving her cousin there but she had her best mate with her, so...). Even after a few beers I felt the most sobre there...by a long way.

Anyway, 'M' was also at the party. He always cracks me up, one of the funniest guys I've ever met. He has a good grasp of some of the rudest English words you've ever heard...that's what happens when you read Playboy for its articles, or so he tells me...we'll be meeting up in the middle of the week for a beer or two.

Off to bed...