This one's for Alex

So, tonight was Thursday B, our fond abbreviation for 'Thursday Banter'. Thursday B used to be a gathering of at least six or seven heads on a Thursday night for multiple Kronenborgs at the RE Bar and onto Champers across the road. Over time however, Thursday B has descended into little more than a farcical gathering of whoever can be arsed to turn up. Ok, at the time of writing this I'm a bit merry but on the whole I'll stand by what I write.

During this week I'd been led to believe that there'd be the usual lineup on Thursday, but I found out at the final hour that that wasn't to be. It was left to Chops and I to prop up the bar and cheer on a couple of accumulators on the darts, and thankfully it turned out to be a good night after all.

I just want to give a mention to Alex for setting my night up perfectly. When I arrived at seven I was still fuming from being let down and sat down by the TV in a huff for the first half hour. Chops was due to arrive at 8, so after Jenkins had beaten King I went to the bar to get a drink. This was when I was informed by the barmaid (Hilton) that Alex had phoned ahead and ordered a pint of snakebite for me on him, and to give me a rendition of 'One More Time' by Daft Punk. Needless to say this made my night in one second and all the ill-doing of earlier was rectified. Alex, I owe you one.

Thanks for listening.

J, the Grumpy Old Man