I think everyone really enjoyed the bash at Tiger Tiger last night. There was loads of Karaoke and even I got in on the act once I'd had sufficient Black Russians - I think I did about half a dozen numbers whilst fending a drunk Jamie off in the later ones!
Dunstan was the best, belting out a powerful version of "Here we go again" (Whitesnake) and Phil Brown also knocked a few out - the big daft sod.
The event passed off without major stories other than Pol Sigurson being like a Rotweiler at the door keeping out gatecrashers and there was a bit of handbags at the end which was quickly sorted.
Unfortunately (and no doubt to Kilburn's delight) I left my wallet there, which is causing considerable annoyance and no amount of hassle this morning. But there were no wheelchairs or anything bad to discuss this morning - and it was great to see everyone in such really high spirits last night.
This morning I took Harry to his football session and got totally soaked (as did he) and Herbie continues to make a mess of the house. God knows what Jack is up to, he's at scout camp, probably sheltering from the rain.
England kick off the European Championship qualifiers later today agains the mighty Andorra (yes, those gypsies who sell contraband in the Pyranees) - lets hope they can knock at least five in against what must be the equivalent of a pub team.