We like to party

We like to party (Differentially that being the majestic plural and not the vengaboys) and as a pretty big group of friends it had been a while since all of us had last got together, so Jack threw himself a Britday party for his birthday, uniting us once more. Union Jack, ha ha.

Is that real fur? Is that a fake sheepskin rug?
No way?! Way!!
I love it, darling!

Hurrah for fancy dress for we love our Barbours, Burberry, Hunters, twee tweeds and what have you... I dare say he served up a simply spiffing old chap dinner party which proceeded to turn into a drunken hooligan snow party.

With real snow. From the sky.

Good times.....