debauchery

There isn’t room on my boat for the sort of drunken debauchery implied by a Cambridge party, so Jean kindly offered the loan of his flat for the revelries. I didn’t take many notes because I was busy having fun, so an observation:

My friends are so lovely!

I promised to start a scandalous rumor but I haven’t had my tea yet so I’ll leave it to your imagination.

The adorable host

A yummy dinner planned by Rachel and executed by helping hands. Leeks! Who knew:

Never put Jean in charge of the camera

Rachel sending racy texts from my phone

Gordon, the guest of honor

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