Oct 13th 2019
Maes Manor Hotel last night, guided again by Satnav Woman, who insisted on taking us the scenic route.If she'd glanced out of her satellite window, she would have realised that.it was dark on Welsh Earth, with all the picturesque wonders of the Blackwood area being lost to us. Still, it was worth the drag when we finally arrived, at least after the warm-up band had finished and Big Mac came on.
They were excellent, as always, this being invariably the case when a band is always excellent, and we all had a good time and a great dance. And then the evening ended, as it always does, and we all went home, apart from those who had danced themselves to death.
What a way to go! And it's perfect from the point of view of funeral elegies:
he absolutely loved dancing, and although it killed him, he would not have wanted it any other way. If there's a hereafter, he's probably dancing in the great function room in the sky...
And so on. Meanwhile, here on Earth, there's the Paget Rooms coming up, and something else after that, and after that and that and that...Long may we all be alive for ever and dance for all eternity to the Big Mac band.
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