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When you tell people "I'm going to a book launch, in the National Museum" it sounds so good, like you have a lovely civilised and cultured evening among like-minded professionals and intellectuals. How can it possibly be otherwise?

How? Free wine + no food + more free wine. And some more wine. It all started very well, polite chatting and stuff and only a *leetle* bit of sniggering and mutterings of 'eeeeeeevil' during the speeches.
THen you find yourself in a bar with the Keeper of Antiquities of the Ulster Museum ranting about work and how shite all the bosses are.
Then there's more wine, heated exchange of pasta across the table, talk of pickled willies in cider which you firmly believe is conducted in hushed tones (I do really believe this every time. I never learn) and your gracious host's sister BITES you (why did she bite me?) and after that it's all a bit vague really.

There was ice cream tho! I remember ice cream. And more ranting.

Great night ;p

ETA also talk of lap dancing. And bras. And I have icecream in my hair.