Out

Went out - was supposed to meet a friend and some other people she wanted to introduce me to "X and his younger Guattamalan boyfriend, actually they just got married and are having a honeymoon in the shed in my garden" - I don't make this up...

The pub was packed, thank God I saw someone I knew - I hated the band ( they are very popular in Hastings ) and the place was packed. The person who invited me arrived about an hour late - appeared to take one look at how busy it was, and left without seeing us. I don't blame them. I them managed to really offend the band with an innocent, throwaway comment about flash fires, lack of escape routes and emergency exits. Never mind. The beer was very warm and not at all palletable. I was lucky enough to get a lift home.

Hastings pubs are generally full of bitter, angry, pissed and over made-up middle aged divorced women on the pull. Tonight.... one of them was my Doctor - she was pissed and dancing in a glittery shift dress. She's the one - if you remember - who is convinced I am mentally ill. Watching her tonight.... meethinks the lady doth protest too much.