It would appear that I survived, barely, my first White Mischief event.
Most of yesterday was spent catching up on the sleep that I missed while preparing for, and then travelling by train to and from, The Great Exhibition.
I don't think I have ever been to such a marvellous, wonderful, astonishing party! Although I only managed to catch small glimpses of the acts from the balcony, I now badly need to build a smoke-ring cannon and Tesla coil - or perhaps a Tesla cannon and smoke-ring coil.
The music was phenominally good (something that particularly pleased me) until after 2am, when it started to become a little more mainstream and wearing (IMHO).
Wandering around the exhibits was a good indication that the recent Oxford exhibition could probably be regulalry equalled without recourse to help from overseas artists.
Photographs are just no substitute for seeing the real thing. (Just one thing - Herr Döktor, you really need a sound amplifier so that folk may listen to, as well as watch, Carry On Screaming
But the people! Oh! The wonderful people! Their manners and costumes were universally stupendous.
When is the next one?