<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>FF-F: Party on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ff-f-party/</link><description>Recent content in FF-F: Party on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/ff-f-party/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Mummy</title><link>/stories/2002/09/12/the-mummy/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Sep 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/09/12/the-mummy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was sharing a terrace house
in the City with two girls, Mandi and Rachel, both nurses at a nearby hospital.
On Saturday night we were all going to a party thrown by the girls who
lived next door. We’d even got an invitation from them; this said
‘Everyone must dress up as Mummies or Daddies’. Mandi and Rachel
didn’t have shifts on Friday so they headed into town to search the second-hand
and vintage clothing shops for suitable gear. Unfortunately
I had to work both Friday and all day Saturday so I didn’t get a chance
to join them or go shopping. As I hadn’t got anything that was really
suitable, the girls suggested that they dress me up as a Mummy - an Egyptian
Mummy that was. I went along with that - it sounded a good idea at
the time. But only later was I to find out what a good a job of mummification
they would make.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>