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28 Dec 05
For Once, I lost myself. Thank God.
Christmas Day this year was absurd. I won't write a cohesive narrative of the events, because I'm too tired. I'll just list a few points.

– Cats on fire played three sets; each reflecting different phases of the party itself. That's the nice way of putting it. To put it more harshly, perhaps closer to the truth, we were persuaded to play both a second and a third set by Philip Teir's father. The notion of retaining dignity was severly tampered with when we played the same Kinks-cover three times (and when we let the already mentioned father play drums to “Draw in the reins“). But I'm not uptight and I didn't mind, really. Ville maybe thought I looked worried, because he asked me over and over again. But I got to sing my songs and people listened, so it was fun (and it wasn't I who played “Wild Thing“).

– Janne R. thought I was drunk as an egg or a duck, which was a misconception, of course. I wasn't drunk, but those who don't know me too well may be surprised to know what party animal I turn into late at nights. His brother knew better.

Bah.. writer's block.
written by Mattias
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