Geekiness, free drinks, quazi successful flirtation, gasps of amazement, constant upstaging by a drunken Agecroft, business cards handed out, booking got, train missed, sofa slept on, sofa owners wife/gf miffed, arrive home comatose.
best saturday night out for ages, and bizzarely, considering it was a magic meet, the most normal saturday night out content wise.
if i hadn't been damn near crushed to death on the return train by an army of semi shaved monkeys singing man city songs it woulda been a total success.
No Tomo tho. ONLY way that book of yours is going on my cups list is if i see it live in action. migraine, weak excuse, Age drank till he was blind and STILL carried on performing
