I fulfilled an ambition last night and had fondue. It was part of a 1970s party I was holding for a few friends. The other food included vol-a-vonts and black forest gateaux with babysham and blue nun to drink. The fondue was a lot of fun, although the more people had to drink, the more bits of carrot and celery ended up getting lost in the fondue pot. I imagine that a lot of women probably lost a lot of their jewellry to fondue back in the 1970s. I had made a mix-tape of my favourite 1970s hits (Demis, Nana, The Nolans, BeeGees, Baccara etc).
And I put out some of my old copies of Quorum (an early gay magazine where the models look like normal people and airbrushing didn't happen). Everyone had turned up wearing loud 70s shirts with mismatching cravats and ties.
Afterwards, we watched the epic Abigail's Party, and I attempted to keep up with Monstrous hostess Beverely by continually offering my guests gin and tonics and asking if they were "alright" every few seconds.
In the middle of all this, my mum phoned to say that my sister had just had a baby boy (she's a week early, but he's the longest baby on the ward and is 8oz and has a full head of hair), so it all kind of morphed into a Happy New Baby party. Hoping to go up to Leeds at the weekend to see them.