After a rather restless
night I got pancakes for brekkie. Well, it was my birthday. And I
like pancakes. After a lazy morning spent playing rock scissors paper
in cyber-space we rallied the troops and went to Lydd for the monthly
congregation of hunters of tupperware.
The
Dolphin was a good choice of venue, and I do like these monthly
meets. People come from miles to attend.The ale selection was
excellent. But I'd decided to pace myself because I had plans for the
evening. Just a couple of pint I'd said... I had a really good time
talking tupperware and the ale flowed freely. I think the seventh
pint might have been a mistake...
We came home, and I was
dropped off at the station where I met up with the first fruit of my
loin. On the platform our numbers swelled to five, and we made our
way to Wye. A couple of drinks and then everyone arrived. The idea
had been a quiet meal, but it was an idea which had grown and was
only linited by how many people could physically fit into the Tickled
Trout. Initially having booked a table for fifteen we ended up
with double that number.
The ale there was good
too... It was all rather vague towards the end of the evening. I can
remember something about cigars and shouting "Woof!"
rather excessively...
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