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Well, the other side of our life here is our social life. I'm beginning to slow down on this aspect, aging gracefully whilst, in contrast, 'Dave the Rave' thinks he can still keep up with the young 'uns'. Hence I am up at 6 this morning writing this blog. I've watched the sun rise over the mountain and smelt the lemon blossom on the fresh air of a beautiful new dewy morning. He is grunting and snoring in bed after watching two football matches in a row and downing his and my share of the bogof beers in Bright Eyes; followed, mind you, by a couple more back at Joe and Vron's where we enjoyed a lovely Sunday roast to round off the day. Utd had won and Dave kept repeating himself, 'Aahh I've had such a lovely day' [We had had a lovely day as we spent a few hours with a picnic on the beach and had a brisk walk from the harbour to the lighthouse and back before the football.]
It [the social life] started the day after we got back. It was St. Patricks Day and Joe, our friend, happens to be Irish and sings. This was to be Joe's first real 'gig'; He bought some very impressive looking kit last year and had been practising hard over the past few weeks. Dave is his self appointed 'roadie'; though, by the time we arrived at their house, Joe had already loaded his car and was ready for the off. Vron, Joe's wife and I are.... well, I suppose we are cheerleaders, though we haven't got the clothes quite right as yet.
When we arrived at the 'Welcome Inn' we were all nervous to say the least and the first drink went down very quickly [My first was to be my last as, though Dave is the 'roadie,' I am the driver] We unloaded their car and Joe set up his kit [what exactly does a roadie do? The singer and the roadie get fee drinks ahh... now I get it!] Joe went down a bomb and with more gigs promised, we are looking forward to more good nights to follow and maybe my aging gracefully will have to be put on a backburner.
Driving back from the gig I could see the luminous batons waving in the air and was pulled over to be breathalysed; my one Bacardi had diminished by this time and I registered a zero. This is the fifth time I have been pulled over now, there's not much crime in these parts and not many cars on the road at that time of night so when they see me coming the policejump out in front of me with glee.
We managed to stay in on Thusday night and The Cheltenham Festival followed on Friday. We watched it on the Tele in Blue Eyes. It is funny seeing scenes from Cheltenham race past you when you are so far away; we were scanning the crowds to see if we could see anyone we knew but going by everyone's facebook status's next day we think you were probably in the bar!
Well it's 8am now, it sounds like Dave is stirring and you are probably nodding off at your desks reading this, [You did ask us to keep you up-dated] so I'm off to make myself another cup of hot lemon [I wonder how long this 'health kick' mallarky will last] and will catch you all later.
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