Sun, wine and company

Yesterday was a bit of an impromptu party, well if you include guests such as Roger R, his employee, shop assistant Polly plus Emma and the awful Callum. We sat in Eleanor's back garden and enjoyed the unseasonally sunny weather with a few bottles of wine and some party food. Roger looked like a cross between Roger Moore in Octopussy crossed with Michael Cane in Zulu, his strange pith helmet-style hat and safari suit combination was bizarre to behold. It was nice to meet Polly too, apparently she's vacating the flat I'm soon to occupy and is looking for a room to rent in the vicinity - she said this loudly near Eleanor a number of times but the latter never really took the bait.

Looks wise Polly's a bit of a mixed bag, she's medium height and build with long brown hair and sparkly hazel eyes. Personality wise, well, she's a little eccentric to say the least, stating that she's a huge fan of tidybearded TV star Noel Edmonds - apparently she wanted to be on Deal or No Deal so badly that she parked a static carvan outside the studios for a week until she was forcibly moved on. She's also a poet and somewhat of a fan of creative writing, she's promised to let me see some of her work in the next few weeks which is kind of her, if nothing else.

Emma and Callum turned up at about 4pm, they'd clearly been arguing and he was a little worse for wear. I don't know what it is about men around here but at the mereest hint of sun they're removing their tops without shame - Callum's torso looks like a pasty lump of stilton, awful! He's also a very unpleasant man who loves the sound of his own jokes but can't take people laughing about him. When I asked him how his Dennis Waterman tribute band was working out he gave me a snarky reply, which wasn't called for. Eleanor soon cut him dead and they left soon after.

Roger and Polly stayed until 10pm. Roger's stories about his time as the potential Olympic badminton hope for the 1976 Montreal Olympics was hilarious, if not a little false. Personally I couldn't imagine his lumbering frame reaching out for a shuttlecock, but as Mother rightly says, I can be a little hasty at times.