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Just back from Gillian's leaving party at the Trades Club. Patrick gave me an effusive welcome in Dutch as always. A little later, when we were both fairly well oiled, he again asked when I was coming to visit them in Den Haag. Though he already knew the answer, I told him again - next summer during the World Cup, so I can experience the Oranje's games in the Dutch pubs. He was delighted with that. Good chat and a pint with my cousin Steve. It was nice to see everyone from that side of the family again, and my cousin Marion managed to drag me onto the dancefloor, but sadly the 70s cheese promised by Gillian failed to materialise - she must have found the DJ less agreeable than she'd hoped. Shame, she and I would have had a good laugh dancing to Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep.