Charity and birthday

With BBC1 giving their Friday night schedule over to oblivion in aid of Children in Need, it was the perfect night to go out to a party yesterday without worrying about clashes in video recording. I did tune in early on, around quarter past seven, to see the fare, to find Girls Aloud lip-synching in the rain (and badly at that). At the end as the band took their bow, Chris Moyles as compere appeared, mingled with the lip-synchers and said pervily that he was 'in' Girls Aloud. What I would watch (or record) on the night would be if that Children in Need advert followed through and Terry Wogan really was involved in a bare-knuckle fist fight, no holds barred (but with his shirt staying on). It's all in the name of char-ri-dee.
I walked down to the party - held in the backroom of a pub - with the rain showing no inclination to stop. It was a birthday and instead of the unoriginal free pint, I had bought a Science Museum piggy bank in the form of an ATM (from Debenhams). Approaching the pub and not wearing my glasses, the lettering was in curly olde English, we looked like it spelt out The Bastard Arms, but it was actually my intended destination, The Hastings Arms. Largley enjoyable was the night, though the chipolatas were not so moist and made my decision, as the buffet came out, to pile eight of them onto my plate, slightly regrettable (though I still ate them all). We were even treated to a two solos and then a joint rendition by two of the birthday boy's musical friends (pre-arranged) though strangely, as it might seem, the individual performances were greater than the sum of their parts. Considering it took me fifty minutes to get there, thankfully at the end (past one) I got a lift home.