Well, it's taken me two years, and I had to transform myself into an Intimate Feminine Area extrordinaire for the last part, but I have now scored my first Queenzone millenium. So, I have decided to have myself a ol' style shindig to celebrate.
There are large trestle tables with place mats, at which is everybody's favourite drink, and lots of it. For myself, there's a quintuple absinthe, a G+T and something pretty with kumquats in. Brian and Roger are on stage singing all their classic songs, and ther isn't a single boy band, pop idol or WWRY cast member in sight, just a pared down and very talented session band. The dress code is Rocky Horror picture show, but it's certainly not compulsory: wear whatever makes you feel fabulous ;) And, as a grand finale, I have resurrected the Queenzone bus to Hell from the firey pit into whence it was cast after the last journey: please feel free to get on early to avoid a crush at the peak-physical-condition-with-no-pain-in-two-seconds machine.
Scantily attired waiters and waitresses glide about prettily, and, as this is after all a Queen board, I have taken leads from the maestros. So, watch out for the ladies and gentlemen in the toilets waiting to grant your every wish, hermaphrodite strippers, champagne swimming pool and fountain, and dwarves who, once and for all, are quite DEFINATELY carrying illegal substances on their heads.
Flashman will be performing a grand spectacle at around 11pm: inserting a large cake into the rectal cavity of (wait for it) Dark_Myuutwo. Everone is invited, except, obviously for charles baer. Looking forward to seeing you all!