Last night

I went straight from the party to the pub. I was dressed as a wartime spiv, complete with false moustache, to everyone's great amusement. The bloody thing kept dropping off, so I decided to manage without that particular prop. There was a good turnout for the wartime singalong, both regulars and new people. The evening was a great success, and the atmosphere magical. I played between 8pm and 11pm, with just a couple of short fag-breaks, Afterwards I spent some time being convivial with friends. After the birthday party, this was the icing on the cake, as it were. I thoroughly enjoyed it.