Quite what happened I cannot say. I'm unsure. What began as a sedate adult evening enjoying the multifarious delights of conversation and Japanese cuisine very rapidly descended into a deplorable spiral of violence and destruction. Suspect I may have played a role in the instigation of the evening's sudden turn for the worse, but don't exactly know when or how. A swollen lip, cuts on the legs and back and welts across a large part of the carcass. In the morning those that remained crawled out of their respective pits into a landscape of smashed glass, broken furniture and pasta shapes stuck to walls.
And there is video footage. To my eternal horror. I do not remember being filmed. I do not remember doing that wicked, evil thing with Ben's testacles. But, sadly, the camera never lies.

An extremely heavy plastic horse properly intended for the shrieking amusement of children was stolen in Otsu this weekend. Dan did not help to carry it. He is innocent.

I am becoming to old for these things.