Betty and Funky Fish
Thank God for the weekend and not having to get up before dawn. Lorraine and I didn't spring out of bed till late. Worked on poems today, and had one or two excellent suggestions from Jane. Lorraine doing some work too. Rain all day outside. Spoke to Mum and Mase for a bit, had a pre-going out sleep and then set off in a taxi with Betty and Lorraine.
A really fun night out. Off to the Hove Kitchen for drinks to celebrate Betty's birthday last week. Lots of all our friends, including Wayne and Matt, Jonathan, Rosie, Ross and Lene, and lots of Beth's pals too. Good to see Ross, who I'd not had a pointless beer with for a while. Jonathan told me that he used to have a speciality juggling with seven or eight lemons. Much taken with this as I have always had the name of a story called "The Man Who Juggled With Lemons" for about 30 years without ever having the story itself. He told me that in the eighties he played classical guitar very well and was employed on a mediterranean cruising yacht playing spanish guitar. When he revealed his ability to juggle lemons, everyone preferred this to Isaac Albéniz, Fernando Sor and the rest. Perhaps this is the story I have been looking for.
From there we all cabbed off to a club called Funky Fish where we were all on the guest list. Any worries about being too ancient dispelled seeing a party with a wheely zimmer decorated with lights and 60 today balloons. There were a couple of hen parties, and people of all ages dancing in the Funky Fish to sole (arf) music from the seventies and eighties.
Naturally I danced wildly all night. More importantly Beth had a good night surrounded by lots of her pals including Laura, Amy and Jamie. Eventually us older ones melted away and left the young uns to it. Lorraine and I arriving home at around 1 o'clock with an Ace pizza.
A really fun night out. Off to the Hove Kitchen for drinks to celebrate Betty's birthday last week. Lots of all our friends, including Wayne and Matt, Jonathan, Rosie, Ross and Lene, and lots of Beth's pals too. Good to see Ross, who I'd not had a pointless beer with for a while. Jonathan told me that he used to have a speciality juggling with seven or eight lemons. Much taken with this as I have always had the name of a story called "The Man Who Juggled With Lemons" for about 30 years without ever having the story itself. He told me that in the eighties he played classical guitar very well and was employed on a mediterranean cruising yacht playing spanish guitar. When he revealed his ability to juggle lemons, everyone preferred this to Isaac Albéniz, Fernando Sor and the rest. Perhaps this is the story I have been looking for.
From there we all cabbed off to a club called Funky Fish where we were all on the guest list. Any worries about being too ancient dispelled seeing a party with a wheely zimmer decorated with lights and 60 today balloons. There were a couple of hen parties, and people of all ages dancing in the Funky Fish to sole (arf) music from the seventies and eighties.
Naturally I danced wildly all night. More importantly Beth had a good night surrounded by lots of her pals including Laura, Amy and Jamie. Eventually us older ones melted away and left the young uns to it. Lorraine and I arriving home at around 1 o'clock with an Ace pizza.
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