The smell of slightly over excited teenage hormones, vaguely damp footwear and just a hint of chalk dust even decades after we moved to using whiteboards... has to be school, and that was our setting for Friday night's party where we each dressed to represent the "tribe" we were at High School, or the tribe we think we might have had more fun in... it was a hoot, with shared reminiscences of those bad old days. Check out these great photos (full album here) from the lovely Antony to see how it looked:
