I was invited out to a party tonight and even though I’m not particularly sociable as you know, I try to make a point of going – it’s the only way that I’ll ever meet new people. And there would be someone there whom I was looking forward to meeting.<\/p>\n
But anyway, after a leisurely start I set to work on the radio programmes for the next 6 weeks. And in a fit of unbridled enthusiasm I’d finished everything that needed doing by about 19:00. <\/p>\n
Rather late I know if I’m going partying, but I wasn’t going to stop in mid-flow.<\/p>\n
So while I was washing and shaving I threw together a mushroom fried rice to take with me, and then I leapt into Caliburn and set off for the entertainment.<\/p>\n
It was when I reached St Fargeol that I realised that I didn’t have a clue where I was going. Bane of Britain had forgotten to enquire.<\/p>\n
I knew the name of the people whose party it was and so I asked around in the village. No-one knew of them and so I looked in the phone book, with the aid of one of the natives, but they weren’t listed in there. <\/p>\n
And so I went for a good drive around to see if I could find a place with plenty of cars but that drew a blank as well.<\/p>\n
What a shame. I was quite looking forward to it too. <\/p>\n
Ahhh well.<\/p>\n
