Bank Holiday Monday evening, and enjoyably lurking at home, doing a bit of work, and chatting on the phone to MJ, Mum and Anton after a lively weekend.
On Saturday Max called me and arrange to meet her, French Bloke and Max’s Aussie pal Michelle in Brighton that evening. Had a previous with Anton and so neatly combined them.
As a precaution before I went out I had pitta bread stuffed with tuna steak. Anton and I had a quiet beer where I may have mentioned MJ a couple of thousand times. Grey faced, Anton grew insistent about food so we sloped into a Chinese restaurant where I managed to fork down a second supper. Off then to Kemptown, which is a part of Brighton I’d not yet been to, and a pleasant pub called the Sidewinder, which was lively and had its own DJ. Soon joined by French Bloke and Max, and Michelle. All good fun. Unusually punctuated by two women having to be separated from scratching each other as the FB was getting a drink in. Though the two events weren’t provably linked.
Ducked off to another pub where MJ called me on my mobile. Stood outside the pub talking to her for a bit being ridiculed by Anton poking his head through the window. Then passed the phone to Anton and the French Bloke who chatted to my lovely. Anton, encouraged by MJ, apparently discussing his history of mistreatment by me.
Drove back to the Twitten after Anton had shot off having to work on his MA, and played some tunes and chatted with the FB as Max and Michelle went round the corner to return with fish and chips, which I found able to eat hungrily. Shortly after was unaccountably overcome by a need to retire to bed, after burbling happily at the unfortunate MJ yet again.
My poor guests sleeping on my sofa and on the rug downstairs which I felt bad about the next morning.
Sunday was beautiful to begin with in Brighton. Bought milk and orange juice, and made tea for the floor dwellers. Max and Michel a comedy double act first thing. Max particularly energetic and prone to spontaneous vertical take offs and landings
Then a nice walk along the seafront till we found a place to have breakfast, over which some hilarious talking animal jokes were revisited including: What goes Mark-mark? An Alsatian with a hare lip. Sea mist rolling in gradually until it became really thick and the temperature plummeted just as the people surging down from London arrived at the beach.
To London, pausing to buy First Matie a nice pen as a present for her thirtieth birthday. Turned out that was last year but never mind. Drive up fine, guided by onboard satnav with the FB making only half-hearted attempts at land speed record.
Arrived at Kate and Gavin’s nice flat in Wandsworth. As ever excellent to see them, and First Matie’s pal Lou and Daryl who I‘d not seen for a year. Gavin had put on a feast with lots of yummy beef. Enjoyed Kate and Gav’s special chart on the fridge (shown below). Apparently stars are awarded for exceptional behaviour.
Much wine and gormandising and chatting, with Kate showing some of her very good South African photos. Then off to the local park where we spent a happy hour in a huge circle zooming a strange Frisbee in each others general direction. Although flow of the game interrupted by outbreaks of wrestling between Max and Michel. Gav also attempting valiantly to get a boomerang working, although later it was pronounced “ornamental”.
And we all retired to the pub, fairly briefly, before I slipped off to catch the Brighton train to go home to phone MJ after an exceedingly cheerful day.
On Saturday Max called me and arrange to meet her, French Bloke and Max’s Aussie pal Michelle in Brighton that evening. Had a previous with Anton and so neatly combined them.
As a precaution before I went out I had pitta bread stuffed with tuna steak. Anton and I had a quiet beer where I may have mentioned MJ a couple of thousand times. Grey faced, Anton grew insistent about food so we sloped into a Chinese restaurant where I managed to fork down a second supper. Off then to Kemptown, which is a part of Brighton I’d not yet been to, and a pleasant pub called the Sidewinder, which was lively and had its own DJ. Soon joined by French Bloke and Max, and Michelle. All good fun. Unusually punctuated by two women having to be separated from scratching each other as the FB was getting a drink in. Though the two events weren’t provably linked.
Ducked off to another pub where MJ called me on my mobile. Stood outside the pub talking to her for a bit being ridiculed by Anton poking his head through the window. Then passed the phone to Anton and the French Bloke who chatted to my lovely. Anton, encouraged by MJ, apparently discussing his history of mistreatment by me.
Drove back to the Twitten after Anton had shot off having to work on his MA, and played some tunes and chatted with the FB as Max and Michelle went round the corner to return with fish and chips, which I found able to eat hungrily. Shortly after was unaccountably overcome by a need to retire to bed, after burbling happily at the unfortunate MJ yet again.
My poor guests sleeping on my sofa and on the rug downstairs which I felt bad about the next morning.
Sunday was beautiful to begin with in Brighton. Bought milk and orange juice, and made tea for the floor dwellers. Max and Michel a comedy double act first thing. Max particularly energetic and prone to spontaneous vertical take offs and landings
Then a nice walk along the seafront till we found a place to have breakfast, over which some hilarious talking animal jokes were revisited including: What goes Mark-mark? An Alsatian with a hare lip. Sea mist rolling in gradually until it became really thick and the temperature plummeted just as the people surging down from London arrived at the beach.
To London, pausing to buy First Matie a nice pen as a present for her thirtieth birthday. Turned out that was last year but never mind. Drive up fine, guided by onboard satnav with the FB making only half-hearted attempts at land speed record.
Arrived at Kate and Gavin’s nice flat in Wandsworth. As ever excellent to see them, and First Matie’s pal Lou and Daryl who I‘d not seen for a year. Gavin had put on a feast with lots of yummy beef. Enjoyed Kate and Gav’s special chart on the fridge (shown below). Apparently stars are awarded for exceptional behaviour.
Much wine and gormandising and chatting, with Kate showing some of her very good South African photos. Then off to the local park where we spent a happy hour in a huge circle zooming a strange Frisbee in each others general direction. Although flow of the game interrupted by outbreaks of wrestling between Max and Michel. Gav also attempting valiantly to get a boomerang working, although later it was pronounced “ornamental”.
And we all retired to the pub, fairly briefly, before I slipped off to catch the Brighton train to go home to phone MJ after an exceedingly cheerful day.
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