Happy birthday MC
157 wordsIn celebration of MC’s birthday this week, Gary and MC had organised the function room at The Sausage (formerly sozzled, but now apparently sobered up). Having promised that there would be no food, Gary had broken his word by providing many cakey nibbles, which means that early on I got that peculiar sugar qeasiness, which may explain my headache in the morning.
All sorts of people were there, and there were balloons!
When they threw us out at closing time (very “efficiently”), Steve, Blunty, Gav, Debbie and I proceeded to the Well. We announced our intentions loudly to the throng, but I don’t think they were paying attention. Had we lingered we would have been unlikely to have got in.
Two hours later, we escaped from the Well — although Steve and Chris stayed on — and bade farewell to Gav at Vialli’s. In the morning, Steve could not go to the gym with Debbie because he was “dying”.