Real ballache, innit.
Having to introduce people and make sure people have enough to eat and drink. Fuck that shit, maaan.
Firstly, I am terrible with names. Secondly, I can't be assed spending the whole evening turning chicken and preparing middle class salad.
So, I didn't. I made a dramatic announcement that everyone was on their own and the cooker was in the kitchen.
Came away with an impressive booty from the party though. 3 bottles of decent red, bottle of white, 12 snags, 8 burgers and just fucking shit loads of crisps/nibbles.
What am I trying to say....I probably won't be hosting a party again.