What a night!

Yesterday I went to the pub after dinner, as usual. My brother was on duty, and it was quite busy, so I jumped behind the bar every now and then so he could pop out for a smoke, etc. It was nice to see several friends there, and we had a chat and good laugh. Friends of friends turned up at about 9pm to celebrate a birthday, so we had a singalong. More people came in and they stayed the whole evening. A young couple got up and left, but then came back with another friend. I included a dozen or so new songs, and they were very well received. I played until after midnight. It was a great success and the atmosphere was quite magical. I feel so sorry for my brother though, as the poor sod was worked off his feet all night. He looked exhausted.
Of course I accepted all the pints that customers kindly bought me (for medicinal purposes, of course), and was very 'jolly'. I remember nattering with one visitor in his native French, and with a couple in their native German. One smart-arse of a linguist tried to floor me with Russian, but I used to speak it and was able to converse with some difficulty. The linguist then started talking to the German couple about international politics. They were obviously annoyed and left. He then started talking to me about it and I'm afraid I exploded. I don't want to talk about that rubbish when I'm enjoying myself, but won't stay quiet when I hear someone waxing lyrical about the only woman Prime Minister we ever had.
My brother and I locked up and left at about 1.30am.
I feel slightly jaded this morning so I made myself a full English breakfast, ie coffee, fags, toast and marmalade. The weather is beautiful today, and already warm. I need to go to the post office before it closes, and then pull myself together. The reporter from the national daily is going to the pub at lunchtime, and I will be playing.
What a fantastic time I'm having lately!