Excellent chinese scoff courtesy of the Hong Kong Palace "all you can eat for twelve quid" place in Ipswich... a nice suprise was that my aunt and uncle came along for the evening, with the exception of my cousins who're all away doing "living their lives" stuffand my father who obviously can't be there, that's almost all of my surviving family in one place. Didn't quite get away in the good time that I'd have liked, but was still able to peg it at speed across a quarter mile or so, discover that my chest is not quite as better as I thought it was (huff, huff, gaagh), and jump into the mirthmobile to hare across town to pick up the Kevster for beer.

Jumped in the funky Kevmobile, 'coz he's not feeling too up to lots of beer, and there's no time for it anyway and down to the beer festivale* in time for ten, ran into a guy from school who's name I can never remember but he remembers me and we always run into each other there. Then ran into my long time good friend and beer buddette Southern Sophie who's been an enormous prop during recent bad times, much jumping up and down and hugging, good laughy night on the beer ensues. Also saw my old beer buddette Tracey who's way too young to be having a fortieth bash this year, it's all a fraud so she can get her company pension earlier. Whiskey Chasers were the band (see Monday's entry for what they're about), very loud and good and unfortunately made it impossible for the Zoffster to speak to me when he tried to call me on a number of occaisions. I think the fella carries a Nokia 'coz he phoned me after that about eleven times, all of which seemed to be "my phone's in my pocket and has knocked off it's keyboard lock" syndrome; a common failing of Nokia types which is why I no longer touch them with a fifteen foot spikey pole.

*This is a play on words, not a typo....

Woke up this morning with a minor scale sore throat from satan's armpit; think I've caught the lurgy that's preventing Kev from going to Gloucester for his model railway thing. Never mind. I'm about to put the eyeball raping shirt on and go into town to kill this bug with beer. Organised most of my stuff for the journey home tomorrow and packed the car. Festival stuff is ready, all it takes now is to open the door and step out. Feels a little weird, there's an important ingredient or two missing but it's time to win the day. TTFN!!