BHH,

Yesterday I went for my very second BHH. I am writing this chap-chap because I have just learnt that the aunty pope herself has been spreading malicious and character liquidating lies and I want to get in on the action. if you find it a bit sloppy just bear with me.

Ivan- was in attendance, displaying strange kleptomanic behavior (he was ripping the labels off all the Heineken bottles and pocketing them when no one was looking.) still, he bought me beer so I will go easy on him.

Hanki-popp- dropped in also. I, for some reason, expected a lean, thin, predatory looking female with a tiger-cat smile, a shrill mocking voice and eyes permanently narrowed from too much cigarette smoke. Now for those who do not know; and I pity you wherever you are, for those who do not know, she is nothing like that, also she is tight. Oohhh! Teeth that are pearly gems of glowing exquisiteness, a skin so smooth and delicate when rain drops see themselves sliding off they weep and gnash their teeth, dimples that are bewitching pools of sooty darkness, eyes that turn your knees to toothpaste, curves that make virtual reality look like its not happening. Yes, all of that, now somebody please go tell her.

Erique – I found him and Ivan conferring. They were talking about gadgets and shit. Ivan would then proceed -the whole night mind you- to whip out…. Okay, I am sorry, he bought me beer, I wont go into the details, let me just say that everyone got it shoved into his or her face at some point. I was talking about Erique. People you do not want to fuck with this dude because I sincerely believe this guy has already killed six or seven people. All you have to do is listen to his quiet ice-cold laugh or look at the pitiless way he sips his Pepsi. True story.

The 27th – has dreadlocks, as you may know. When he walks it looks as if 27 hundred gangster leeches are fornicating furiously with his head. Talks really slick and intellectualish, some one please convince him to start blogging again… Erique could you like please… if it’s… like really absolutely no trouble at all… just…just… have a word with him?

Solomon King aka Rogue King aka Dark Knight aka Merlin’s Beard- came late, sat quiet, chilling. Were I to describe this dude in one word it would be, Wait fooor it (DeTamble’s voice) “Pimpesque”. Now allow me to tone down these absurdly mad props by observing that the last time I saw him (my first BHH) he was leaking business cards. Very nice cards, but leaking.

Sleek. The one the only, came late too. Apparently these people have serious careers and don’t have time to waste. I can’t think of anything character mutilating to write about my good friend sleek. This is very rare. I haven’t been at such a loss of words since 19th September 1993 when my break pack was filched under my very nose. Sleek, just admit, we both know who did it.

It was a nice time, seriously. If only there had been more people, I for one am…are (am? are? Somebody help) taking up Walkonby on her offer.