Beastie no mates

Now that my muse is on the other side of the globe and I've become Beastie No Mates alone in the north of England, I may struggle to find anyone to poke fun at on this blog.

The good news is I went to a party in Manchester this weekend, and it's a sad day if you can't find someone to poke fun at in Manchester. Rich Accountant, whose party it was, is both gay and from Wigan, so the guests were an interesting mix of braying twits with children called Rupert, rotund old ladies in flowery frocks, and suspiciously stylish men in their forties. 

I knew a total of three people, including Rich Accountant, but managed to befriend a glum-looking couple by catching them blatantly bitching about the Romanian transvestite in the black and pink leopard print dress. Turns out she wasn't a transvestite at all. She was Romanian, though.