Oh what a night!

Or so the song goes...

One of the lads had his birthday bash last night.

Went in various fancy dress.

I looked like a complete moron in 60’s garb, but made the damn thing look good .. if I may say so myself!

Anyway, photographic evidence soon to follow, I’m sure.

One of the lads went as William Wallace / Braveheart, complete with one side of his face painted dark blue, one as St. George and one other as one of the Three Musketeers, including ‘tash & beard.

While me, my nephew and his mate went in 60’s suits. One red, one white and one blue. Oh dear!

Much fun to be had getting into the nightclub later on.

The three period costume guys had to declare their weapons at the door .. seriously!

While St. George really did hand his cloak in at the cloak room, which inspired some japery.

So that’s me goin’ out TWO weekends in row .. weh-hey!

Could be habit-forming.

I managed to get some womans’ number, or rather she asked birthday-boy for my number because I’d tootled off looking for somewhere to eat.

I honestly can’t quite remember her name.

She was Asian and very pretty, but unfortunately for me, she had a name that was comprised of more than two syllables.

So while not drunk, my booze-addled mind has chewed her sumptuous name up into something else entirely.

Oh, what a night, indeed!