Week 9 is Stockholm half-term which means that around 1000 nordic beauties descend upon the resort and cause mahem for all concerned. The guys in resort walk around with their jaws by their ankles and the girls in resort don't understand what the big fuss is about (this is mainly jealousy).
The other constant in Week 9 is the massive blow-out that comes at La Folie Douce on Friday and this year was up their with the best of them.
My pre Folie ritual is to have a full english breakfast at le petite danois. This is a must to line the stomache before an onslaught of rosé.
I met up with some friends and headed up in the bubble. We were the first people their and so we decided to get the drinks in:
It was an absolute corker of a day... but it was absolutely freezing.
The place started filling up and Kelly Starlight entertained the masses as usual.
Timmy Tarquin and Peplow are always on form and quickly went from this:
to this in double quick time:
The usual suspects turned up...
And so did the Afro Tash man
It was the busiest it has been all season and everyone got fully involved
But alas at 5:00pm the music stops and we have to descend the mountain. On the up side... we get to go to the moris for apres. Things were destined to turn ugly when the first drink in their is a jager bomb.
In a drunken haze I thought I had hired a new doorman
I dont know what Abi was up to but someone was getting carried away...
There were Moris Staff here from years gone by:
James "The ladies man" Penny was a bit too informal for my liking but that doesnt stop him SCHWEFFING hard.
The scandies got involved
and so did some old sunburnt geezer
There was singing, dancing and multiple group hugs...
But at 7pm the music stopped and we were just left with two idiots on the floor
Thanks... Until next time
Fraser
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