Went to a wedding evening "do" last night at the Belfry, bloody good bash but boy do the Belfry know how to charge!
Good opportunity for Mrs B to plead nothing to wear so new dress and shoes were acquired together with a new suit, shoes, shirt, and a choice of ties for number 1 son (who was also invited). All in all I felt as though I had paid for the sodding wedding!
Flase start as 5 minutes before the taxi arrived a phone call from where we had parked lil' Matt overnight to be told he was throwing up everywhere and wanted to come home!
Mrs B to the rescue, went round and valliantly tried to force the little sod to stay, but he was having none of it so she returned with the little sod in tow. Having looked him up and down my doctors prowess came to the fore and I declared him nothing more than overtired and full of junk food and fizzy pop. I despatched him to bed immediately whilst Mrs B did pleading phone call to Father who rushed round in his silver chariot to rescue the day. I checked on little sod just before we stepped out of the door into the second taxi I had ordered that night and sure enough he was fast asleep! Detective Doctor Dad right again!
So off to the bash.
Great turnout and those who had been there all day were nicley oiled.
What is the purpose of all this you may ask? Well it is actually to sing the praises of the live band who performed 2 sets and seemed to be on forever called The Garage band. Anyone locally that wants a good live band that plays soul/blues but also a great rendition of "Baggy Trousers" should investigate them. Some superb musicians playing some great music.
A great night was had by all, returning in the small wee hours just in time to have a row before going to bed. another great weekend!
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