That seventies night
Bad fashion, huge afro wigs, dirty handlebar mos, great music (for the most part) can only mean one thing: it's a 70s party baby!
Casey got its groove on in a big way last Saturday night as we paid tribute to the time honoured tradition of the "Fondu Party".
Yours truly was sporting a top notch 'tache and platform Sorells. Gav had the David Bowie one piece looking hot and channelled Brian Mannix into the bargain. Our own station leader went full blown punk!
Gav had an array of great food-on-sticks prepared for us to ruin by dipping it in cheese. Sooooo much cheese.
All danced like it was 1979 and some wished it really was when they awoke the next morning with stiff ankles and blown knees. "We're not as fit as we used to be".
Thankfully though, all the afros are gone, I've shaved off my disturbing mo, and the bar no longer smells like cheese and pork skewers. That is, 'til next time we decide it would be a good idea to relive the past and then remember that it's the past for a reason.