The Brie, The Bullet and The Black Cat

During the day we worked our iddy biddy fingers right to the metaphorical bones to clean our house to a presentable standard for the dinner party we played to host that evening. A murder mystery party that is. In attendance:

HUGHES LE GRANDBUTTE(Dan) - Deputy Mayor of Casablanca
EDITH LE GRANDBUTTE(Tracey) - his wife, a former dancer
NICOLE LE GRANDBUTTE(Shing) - their daughter
OTTO VON PINKELWURST(Trev) - a Gestapo officer, fanatical and possibly mad.
KIRK RANSOM III(Moi) - an American who runs Kirk's African Cafe in downtown Casablanca
COUNTESS BOGOV(Boon) - an exiled Russian aristocrat
MONSIEUR OILY-CARTE(Rex) - booking agent for the Moulin Bleu in Paris
PIERRE PAYANSKI(Adam) - a 24 year old half-Russian poet
CHERIE BOOT(Raffle) - a French cabaret singer in her mid-20s
INGRID PITH(Beth) - a busty Danish art dealer

Excessive humour ensued, with the majority at some of the shocking accents that were on display during the night's festivities. Needless to say, my American accent was a shambles, but I slowly found consistency in performing some slow texan drawl, as it gave me time to think of words while trying to keep in my accent. Unsurprisingly, Trev was awesome as a Gestapo officer, Dan ended up playing a impotent character whose wife had many an affair, including with me, and much mess was made with vast quantities of wine being spilled by the Nazi fraternity.

More surprisingly was that Dan and I guessed the murders correctly. What wasn't surprising was who one of the murders was. Just so bad.

Great time had by all, I can now shave off the care bear stubble I have haphazardly grown, and life can return to normal after a large proportion of my housemates are safely locked behind bars.

Photos to come.