The weekend that was:
Friday was a quiet one, work, gym, home, bed. But with good cause because I was working on Saturday. I am one of the sicko’s that love working on a Saturday, coz it isn’t every week and always quite a social event. After work, I went home and we had a light dinner and prepared for Hope. The last few Hopes have been amazing and this one didn’t disappoint. We arrived really early to hear our mate Graham’s warm up set, it was wonderful.
We were joined by Karl and New Beau, Fireman Craig and Pete, Matthew, Richard, Andy and Alex. Also Tighe and Graham, John, Adam, Little John, The RVT’s rising singing star, Simon and Ross. It was a stonking evening and as usual we decided that it shouldn’t end there, so all rushed back to Little John’s for a chill-out, From there it was over to Adams for chill out part two and before I knew it, it was RVT time. Time flies when you hit the old cooking sherry.
Well, we couldn’t miss Marc Andrews just because we had had no sleep. Unfortunately, even though his tunes were funky, his mixing skills have gone to pot and I was quite pleased when Sean Sirrs took over. The usual crowd were in the house and the bloggers I remember are Ian, David and Marcus. Sorry to anyone else but I was not of sane mind. I was in luck though, my favourite “Prom King” Mike was on hand to support me and keep me upright(?) on the dance floor. Because he is such a big boy, nobody squeezes past him because they are scared of him and so I had an evening free of annoying people.
It all finally got to much at 11pm and we headed home, I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Feel like shit today, but it was all worth it.