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Hawks stuffed Thurrock 3-0 at Westleigh Park today, but I spent the afternoon following it via Radio Solent :( I need what little money I've got left this month for the girls' games, razors, and a Blue Charge and a coffee on Monday night. The £5 I have spare after all that wouldn't even have covered the train fare to Havant and a Magners - though I might have made it if it hadn't been for spending £2.41 sending that Eurovision package to Tahiti. I've e-mailed the Eurovision Shop asking them to pay me the money, but that'll take time.
So I was stuck with the 90th birthday party of a Gosporteer this evening instead. Actually everyone was perfectly friendly (all the Gosporteers made an almighty fuss of my mother as always) and there were some nice nibbles on the table and even a couple of bottles of Marston's Pedigree :) Most of the evening consisted of a stand-up show by a comic and impressionist, Glen Ford. I was sat next to Julia, the councillor who's submitted some poetry to the box. When Glen asked "Hands up all the married people," and Julia raised her hand while I didn't raise mine, Glen, who must have thought I was married to Julia, said of me "He's fallen asleep!" "He's not my husband!" Julia exclaimed, but it didn't register with Glen. My having "woken up" became a staple of the rest of Glen's act.
So I was stuck with the 90th birthday party of a Gosporteer this evening instead. Actually everyone was perfectly friendly (all the Gosporteers made an almighty fuss of my mother as always) and there were some nice nibbles on the table and even a couple of bottles of Marston's Pedigree :) Most of the evening consisted of a stand-up show by a comic and impressionist, Glen Ford. I was sat next to Julia, the councillor who's submitted some poetry to the box. When Glen asked "Hands up all the married people," and Julia raised her hand while I didn't raise mine, Glen, who must have thought I was married to Julia, said of me "He's fallen asleep!" "He's not my husband!" Julia exclaimed, but it didn't register with Glen. My having "woken up" became a staple of the rest of Glen's act.