With a public holiday and Mateus Rose on special offer at Asda we thought we may as well throw a little party.
Although we didn't watch the Royal wedding our concession to the big day was a jumble sale bought Union flag as a table cloth and my Alexander McQueen leather bra as a centrepiece.
Retro nibbles included Ritz crackers spread with cream cheese and garnished with hard-boiled eggs, radishes, pimento stuffed olives, cucumber and cornichons, Double Gloucester and pineapple on sticks, pickled silverskin onions, baby beets and spicy sweetcorn kernels.
For the carnivores we offered cubes of spam, prawns, cocktail sausages and Ritz crackers with cream cheese, anchovies and cucumber.
Any excuse to dust off the retro buffet ware.
My beautiful Czech friend, Pavlina and ten-week old Max made a splendid effort to dress in red, white and blue and I held a baby for the first time in my life.
Gorgeous Liz wearing a vintage royal blue rhinestone-trimmed cocktail dress.
Liz's husband Adrian knocked-up Jamaican curried goat with rice and peas and a special curried okra alternative for me along with rum-soaked griddled pineapple for dessert...yum!
The boys can't resist raiding my cupboards for dressing-up clothes. I bought these two 1960's real hair wigs from the car boot sale on Thursday, it's weird to see them both with hair.
I wore an early 1960's draped-back chartreuse crepe cocktail dress with a jewel-encrusted neckline (£7 Etsy) with vintage silver platforms (Cancer Research £4.50)
How sozzled do I look? I'd been drinking for 9 hours by this point but still managed to do the washing up and table dance till 2am.
Have I ever told you how appalling my singing voice is? Here's me early this morning...be warned, it's not for the faint hearted and that's not the ghost of Sid James in the background, it's Jon's dirty laugh.
Have I ever told you how appalling my singing voice is? Here's me early this morning...be warned, it's not for the faint hearted and that's not the ghost of Sid James in the background, it's Jon's dirty laugh.
..and if that didn't scare you, here's Jon and I reliving our Mad-chester raving days.