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Fireworks And Flying Rats!
May 26, 2008

I thought I was going to get a lie in today! Yesterday seemed an unassuming day, meeting up with Kev and Karol to travel down for Sunday Roast in Kerry And Rob's newly rebuilt kitchen/dining room. Followed by the end of the Brighton Fringe firework display at the Marina and the last train back.

We woke up to find thick cloud and rain. Not good for the fireworks but that couldn't affect the roast and we rolled into Brighton, at around 12.30, to find the sun was out and the skies were blue. Also, that Sue was going and could give us a lift, which would save Rob a trek to pick us up. So we waited... at the Grand Central pub, on their lovely sun trap of a roof terrace, with Bloody Mary's.

After a fine spread of lamb and trimmings, strawberries and chocolate torte we adjourned to the garden to enjoy more of the sun until firework time. A harmless bit of sitting in the garden with a variety of drinks was briefly disturbed by a tiny rat dropping from the sky and hitting Kev on the leg. Weird!!! It was either a passing bird dropped it or somebody's cat had brought it into their garden, mid-barbecue, and they just lobbed it over a fence or two! Either way, it didn't look at all well for the experience and poor old Rob had to put it out of it's misery with a house brick before burying it in the garden.

With that excitement over we headed to the marina for the firework display. Forgetting to get any booze! As we had word from Sue that we could watch the display from Steve and Carol's yacht we couldn't turn up empty handed so she headed off with Kev and Karol to find an offy while we passed the time in the remarkably cheesy bar/club called Seven. Grim!

As soon as they were back we set off looking for the yacht [well, big boat with sails] and waited for the fireworks to start. Not at the 8.30 they had advertised of course. It does need to be dark doesn't it? So about an hour or more later, they started... and went on for seemingly ages. It must have cost a fortune but they were great even if it had turned bloody cold by then. And even if it meant that getting to the station for the last train, at the same time as the massive crowd, was going to be nigh on impossible. So I got talked [quite easily] into staying the night...

Goodbye lie-in! We Finally got our head's down at about 2.30 and by 10.30 this morning we were in The Dorset having more Bloody Mary's and Full English breakfasts. Another Bloody Mary and we felt we could brave the train back home.

No lie in tomorrow either... But at least I can have an early night.

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