Friday, 1 February 2008
Last Saturday saw a display of disgracefully bad dancing as I celebrated quite a big birthday.
Actually it was bloody good fun.
Even if it did leave me a tad brain damaged for a few days and caused me to be late finishing a couple of jobs. And I was responsible for my mate missing his flight back to Toulouse. There was a later one.
Well you're only 21(cough splutter) once!!
And I still don't know where the magician came from. He appeared out of nowhere, performed an amazing card trick, handed me an apple and disappeared...