Catch up

A whole two weeks has passed since I last blogged on, so I guess I'd better do it now, especially as I've got more free time since giving up Facebook for Lent.
Last weekend, I went to a birthday party for someone's thirtieth. It was by some of the cleaners I work with and so was in Gillingham. This means, for once, I could pleasantly walk home directly and sleep in my own bed, rather than stay overnight in London or Canterbury. I found it no trouble, since I found the directions very clear (top of Canterbury Street, turn right, number 93) but others were less sure. I, myself, thought I had arrived at the wrong address since I couldn't hear a party atmosphere behind the door, but the volume changed once the aunt of Ross, the birthday boy, had left. Walking in, I was hit by a haze, but it was legal smoke rather than cannabis. Still, my clothes stunk afterwards and I was coughing quite a lot after I left - it re-affirmed my support for the smoking ban in pubs and other enclosed areas. The punch was served out of a cleaned, cleaner's bucket and dispensed with a glass gravy boat, but it's taste was superb all the same. I had some Blackthorn cider off my own bat - got it at special price of £1.95 for a four-pack in Somerfield - bargain. Once tongues and limbs were loosened, there were many ready to dance to hackneyed, cheesy classics - that country "Cat man Joe" where you link arms and bound around and around, MC Hammer and so on. I left at 1am, after four hours there, having had a good time.