Posh 16ish Parties

My friend stands on the balcony of his toney London house and looks down on the scrum of teenagers in his garden. The horde ousted KS to the garage with the three fast cars begging for a young man's hands on the empty streets of London. KS knows the art world like he knows the touch of his palm, but pubescent barbarians were not his forte and he emailed a trans-Atlantic SOS. "I'm in garage in my house and there are 30 drunk 15-17 year olds! help!" I was in London last year. My nephew Fast Eddie introduced me to his friends. They had a party. None of them were over 20. I was the life of the party until midnight. Too much bong. The next evening I attended a 16ish Posh Mosh Pit in Nottinghill Gate. Errol's young princess had a beautiful smile. E'ed into eternity. Around 1 Virgee was overcome by happiness. Errol and his wife ambulanced her to the hospital. I thought she was okay, but Virgee wasn't my kid. Tonight I sent the following advice to KS; don't turn off the toilet. or the beer two years ago my friend held a nottinghill gate sweet 16 party for his daughter. disco in the basement. beer kegs in the back garden. Rihanna on the stereo. Everything worked out in the end, because my friend looked out for his daughter # 1 and the girls # 2. "Fuck the blokes." He knew because he was one. Mind your own. And don't match them drink for drink. When you want them to leave go up to the DJ booth and put on your Lionel Ritchie CD I know you have one. That will get them to leave next time fly me over I can trash anyone's swag with a quip. "Nice shoes." Funny, back when I worked at the door, guys would freak about my insulting their feetware Otherwise stick wax in your ears and drop an E Nothing will get teens moving fast like a bad Charlie Sheen clone.