See it began a very sensible serious night. Went to a modeling competition wearing super-high, sexy, patent, bedroom, F*** me if you dare, death-trap, ankle-breaker "please carry me home" shoes and resolved, being the clumsy moo I am , that it was best to avoid alcohol. Anyway the photographer man promised they'd be gentle with us once we were up on stage. Gentle - my foot! There was hooting, whooping, jeering and before long ever fiercer requests for us to get our tops off. After all that I needed a drink. Most of the contestants went home apart from me and Foxy who made lots of friends. I don't think she actually had any other clothes - she arrived and left in this super-sexy basque. I'm not really sure how the kissing started. Luckily the only thing I fell on this night was her lips. Fun night. Good times!