What a Night

Just when you think you are at a low point in life the universe sends angels to give you comfort and a lift.

Tickles and her handcuff toting husband Stephen (the Hacker), Giggles (aka Marion) Becky and her love The Turkish Delight came for a night in.

Well, I nearly died laughing it was so much fun.

Laughing is wonderful and so hurts when you get a lot at speed. Although you know it, once it starts you can’t stop.

I wish I had, had the video camera on. The craic was mighty as they say.

Turkish Delight kept getting beat at pool but believe me … he makes a wonderful cocktail.

The stories we swapped were unbelievable but true. It is something else when you can share your life experiences with like-minded peeps.

It was such a great night I will be on a high … for ever probably.

The Karaoke was ok until The Turk and Tickles sang … brutal!

The dog covered his ears with his paws and I buried my head in the law officer’s armpit in the hope that I could block it out. No chance! They could probably be heard in Istanbul.

My hangover hasn’t kicked in yet but I can feel it creeping up so I hope I don’t barf on the computer.

Many pics were taken so Facebook will see us in all our glory (or should that be all our gory) details?

Becky is now officially my adopted daughter. She must have been out of her tree to agree to that. As I was beyond writing a contract she can opt out but something tells me she won’t. Bless her.

Tickles is mad for Andre Rieu and Tiger found a CD of Forever Vienna. Giggles and I waltzed around and she is a great dancer. She twirled me like I was a spinning top. I am feeling the burn now. Had to limp to the bathroom and cannot face the stairs. If they were still here they would probably turf me over the bannister!

The lovely Anthony came to taxi them home. You have my deepest sympathy mate. Tickles was talking nonsense by that time and half in Turkish. You deserve a medal honey.

I talk about unsung heroes and he is in the top ten.

It was not easy to mop them up and I cannot imagine what it must have been like listening to them on the way home.

Tiger and the Rock can’t lift their heads yet. Breakfast will have to be the old fashioned cure for me and if anyone out there is making Poteen for rubbing on Greyhounds please, please bring me some. The joints are in bad nick. I keep forgetting that I have passed my half century. The body is in decline but the head still thinks I’m 18.