"I was at my fathers house in a small village where I met my cousin who I had not seen in years. He took me to my home city where Enya was playing at a small nightclub. I walked to find tickets but didn't have any luck. In frustation I went to the nightclub and was delighted to remember I ran the place anyway. It was owned by a large local nightclub.
A friend of mine who I used to work with reminded me it was an opening night and he had brought a compere on to get the night going. As there were a lot of T.V cameras on I was eager not to have the complete piss taken out of me and did a good job of ducking and speaking to people at the right moment.
My friend then took me aside and said he had finally passed his test (he's in his late 20s) but hit a train in the Netherlands on his first proper outing and the head of The Driving Association (in the Netherlands) tried to ban him.
I had few words of comfort for him.
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Excellent blog, keep up the good work.
Can't believe there is anyone more boring than me.
Game on!
ps would pay a visit to your night club but I don't get out much.
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