Norwich 2014

Widely considered “one of the best houses so far”, (although see last years’ description of a house also considered “the best house so far”) this one near Norwich came with a private pool, tennis court, pool table, table tennis and kicking field for Thomas to relive rugby world cups of the past and future.

 

Non stop fun until we fell asleep

To prove we were still partygoers we organised (well Fi organised) caterers  to come in and give John a night off from finding excuses not to wash up. The night began with champagne and laughter….

…but as the evening wore on, middle-aged sleeping sickness struck the group. Al succumbed first, whilst Chris and Rachel laughed heartily at the lighweight in the corner…

…until two minutes later Chris too succumbed to one shandy too many, and Rachel disappeared off to find someone who could stay up until it got dark at least.

THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS

Air guitars fully blown up, Ace of Spades playing loudly on the stereo, and a group of kids ready to make music for Oscar’s birthday party

JOE AND ZOE

Did it with big beany smiles and a green guitar (oh yes it had to be green). Received complaints for not knowing the opening chords to Pink Floyd’s Echoes (original basement edition).

           

LUKE AND GRACE

Did it with small smiles and some embarrassment, especially when they too didn’t know the opening chords to any Pink Floyd music. In fact they didn’t know who Pink Floyd were at all.

              

MAX AND OSCAR

Did it with sophistication, even if they weren’t sure what they were actually supposed to be doing. However as long as there was some pink involved Max was happy, just like his Dad.

             

JOSIE, THOMAS AND FREDDIE

Did it with real effort and maybe a little teenage boredom before the embarrassment reached an all time high as some old codger took to the floor and did his Tom Jones impression.

                  

ALAN

Did it for far too long, until he realised his Tom Jones impression wasn’t sparking quite the response he’d hoped for. Knickers? No, just knackered.

       

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