New years Eve Parties?

[BinkieBaumont]

last Night

I went to a marvelous party
With Paris and Brittany and Madge
It was in the fresh air
And we went as we were
And we stayed as we were
Which was Hell.
Poor Madge started singing at midnight
And didn't stop singing till four;
We knew the excitement was bound to begin
When Brittany got blind on Dubonnet and gin
And scratched her veneer with a Cartier pin,
I couldn't have liked it more.

I went to a marrrrrvelous party,
I must say the fun was intense,
We all had to do
What the people we knew
Would be doing a hundred years hence.
Dear Jake arrived wearing armour,
Some shells and a black feather boa,
Poor madge wore a surrealist comb
Made of bits of mosaic from St. Peter's in Rome,
But the weight was so great that she had to go home,
I couldn't have liked it more.

People's behaviour
Away from Westralia
Would make you aghast,
So much variety
Watching society
Scampering past,
If you have any mind at all
Gibbon's divine Decline and Fall
Seems pretty flimsy,
No more than a whimsy,
By way of contrast
On Wenesday last-

I wennnnnnnnnt to a marrrrrrrrrrvelous party,
We didn't start dinner till ten
And young Robbie Williams
Did a stunt at the bar
With a lot of extraordinary men;
Dear Nicole arrived with a turtle
Which shattered us all to the core,
The Admiral was dancing a foxtrot with me
When suddenly Robbie screamed" Fiddledidee "
And ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea,
I couldn't have liked it more.

I went to a marvelous party,
Poppy made an entrance with Fleur
You'd never have guessed
From her fisherman's vest
That her bust had been whittled away.
Poor Nicole got fried on Chianti
And talked about esprit de corps.
Everard made a couple of passes at Gus
And Robbie , who hates any kind of a fuss,
Did half the Big Apple and twisted his truss,
I couldn't have liked it more.

I went to a marvellous party.
Pink, disappeared
And came back in a beard
And we all had to guess at her name!
We talked about growing old gracefully
And Cher, who's seventy-four
Said, A, it's a question of being sincere,
And B, if you're supple you've noting to fear.
Then she swung upside down from an ex Biba chandelier,
I couldn't have liked it more

Young Master Binkie gets in touch with his Inner PUNK
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fQsoea0etg

 

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Very good Binkie ...now back to bed with you....its NYD!

 

[Mike in Seattle]

That's the beauty of Noel Coward...you can change a name here and there and the lyrics still work beautifully - like most great writers, his work wins the test of time.

 

[Miss 1929]

I went to a marvelous party...

at the San Francisco Elks Lodge #3.
I played a little piano and sang for the cocktail portion, and Senor 1929 unexpectedly returned from China a week early, so we got to sing in the new year together!
Along with friends, Roberto Isola (FL member, City Vintage) and his lovely Jula, The Di Pietros - Mrs. DiP is also Theresa LaQuey of couture fame, and she moonlights as big band singer Ann Gibson, so she joined us in song. Many cocktails, cigarettes in holders on the fire escape, dancing and dining... it was swell. And amusing leaving the party in downtown SF, I have not been there on this holiday before and the streets were full of revelers. The one night that one can be dressed up with a funny hat and nobody looks askance.
Sadly, there was not annual Hair of the Dog Vintage Lingerie Lounge this year, no one felt like hosting it and it doesn't happen unless someone holds it - but usually that is what our crowd does on New Year's Day.
How about there rest of you?