C..c..c..cold C..c..ceilidh in B..b...b...bilsthorpe

Firstly - happy birthday and Andromedan kneefondlings to the wondrous ohiblather 
She's a good girl, really :-)  well ..mostly...,    well sometimes...   :-)

Ceilidh was in a huge marquee - in March, 3 degrees C outside , door propped open, heaters our end off due to tripping electricity. Only small space left for dancing hence dancers backing on to keyboard etc... The ceilidh went well enough thanks to John our caller. Quite posh crowd - public school types. There are a lot of halls I would choose for a wedding celebration before choosing a marquee in March.

Nice touches -
1. someone threw up in gents sink.
2. On way out swaying drunk lad accused us of taking his bottle of champaigne - it had fallen over about 6 feet from him and he couldn;t see it. Not threatening but we had to negotiate drunk logic.

drunk - "come on guys - the bride and groom gave that bottle to me personally"
CC - we dont have it - it's over there
drunk - it was a whole bottle - it was for my friends
CC - we really don't have your champaigne
drunk - then how do you know what I'm talking about then?
CC - it's over there look - it's fallen over thats all
drunk - then why are you guys smiling?
CC - we're not interested in your champaigne - we're teetotal in fact
drunk - well it's just bloody bad behaviour, thats all - out of order ..mutter mutter

then we drove off
sigh...
- thus endeth 4 gigs in 5 days
takin it slow today...