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Tonight, the hermit goes social
An evening out with the karate club. Great times were had by all. As the night grew later, singing was involved.
No, not me: our chief sensei also organises ballad sessions on the side.
The chiefest of the merry-makers repaired to the pub for quality drinking time at around 23:30. Me, I took a lift home with the single other Sober Adult in Residence, escaping before our youngest companion, the club's twelve-year-old Messer-in-Chief, could give us all the hiccups from laughing too much.
There were bangles involved. Or maybe earrings. Or maybe bangles masquerading as earrings: it's all kind of unclear.
I think if we try to go to that restaurent again, they will probably have a mysterious attack of being All Booked Up. Still, it was fun.
No, not me: our chief sensei also organises ballad sessions on the side.
The chiefest of the merry-makers repaired to the pub for quality drinking time at around 23:30. Me, I took a lift home with the single other Sober Adult in Residence, escaping before our youngest companion, the club's twelve-year-old Messer-in-Chief, could give us all the hiccups from laughing too much.
There were bangles involved. Or maybe earrings. Or maybe bangles masquerading as earrings: it's all kind of unclear.
I think if we try to go to that restaurent again, they will probably have a mysterious attack of being All Booked Up. Still, it was fun.
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