It was Duncan’s birthday on Monday; he’s twenty-six now. Hurrah for him.
A group of us went out for squash (the game), drinks and a bit of pool last night.
There were ructions in certain quarters.
Tedious ructions.
Oh well.
something witty and erudite will appear here eventually
Well my curiosity is piqued.
(Beer x Being rubbish at pool) + Raucous banter = Spat dummy.