...somewhere in Skegness...I think!
Can't remember exactly because for the past three weeks I have been carrying a bottle of Champagne to gigs, it was meant for Shaun and Caroline for their new house.
Thing is, I got fed up of Shaun telling me he's coming and then not showing up that this night was the last straw...so we drank it!!!
A bottle of Piper Heidsieck...yesterday!Sorry Shaun.
What I do remember is that last time we were here, I was put in a headlock by a photographer called Tony.
Grrr, ya b@stad!Ralph (27) mistakenly thought his name was Tom.
Easy mistake, begins with a 'T' and Ralph's wife is called 'Toni' so you can see where the confusion came from.
When I asked Tony (103, Libra) if he would change his name because Ralph (29, to the left) couldn't spell it in his furn, Tony (98, whistlin on a tuesday jester) went berserk, grabbing the nearest member, Paul (39, frail, white, can I have a night off) with the following result...
Grrr, ya (tall skinny and let's not forget...ginger) b@stad!Chappie: 'I want my mum!'
Tony: 'Yes! A maternally outraged Margaret could be a useful ally for you right now!'
Soul glow says that this 'blog isn't anything if there are no pics of me!' the lads say 'bollox!'
T'was a good night...from what I can remember.
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