25 up for Bex

Last weekend, I went to Canterbury and I do have a tale to tell. It was Miss Walzcak's 25th. I got her a John Barrowman CD, which was essentially a collection of covers. It went down well, apparently, as I hoped it would. Saw Chris Brown as well and as it was his birthday earlier in the week, I'd brought a prezzie too for him. And one for Tom in absentia to be taken by his fiancee, Lynny. My token Christmas dressage (as Becky wanted it) was a 99 pence two metre long, sparkly red tinsel from Wilkinson's that I draped around my neck.

After meeting up at Joel's flat, we went to a pub, then onto the Shed Cantina restaurant. I sat next to Lynny who once again became Lynny Last since we both ordered duck breast, but there was only one left so she insisted I have it; on changing her oder to fish, she only got it fifteen minutes after the rest of us got all ours. Still, she nejoyed her meal. I had the set Christmas three-course meal, king prawns for appetiser, aforementioned duck breast, mash and red cabbage as main and I was quite taken with the marshmallow ice-cream for dessert. Me and Lynny shared a bottle of rose as a compromise between the meats of our meals. Then we popped off to a bar with a bedsheet for a ceiling and then onto a more nightclub-oriented bar. I went home with some of the others at 1am.

The next day, being only five minutes walk from the cathedral having spent the night at Joel's, sleeping sumptuously on the sofa, I ventured out into torrential rain - another benefit of only five minutes walk. It was Advent Sunday, the start of the Christian calendar and the cathedral was pleasurably suffused with incense smoke. After the service I went to breakfast with the girls and then we all met up with the others in a cafe, before ending up in a pub and finally departing. Canterbury raised my spirits again.