Beer last night with Arron, Aris, Dan, Joel and Simone. Tried to catch up with the gossip from the Foot and Mouth Ball, but it seems there wasn’t much, which I find surprising.
I haven’t talked about the Ball much, mainly because I didn’t go – it was held on a farm just outside of Chichester, to raise money for charities supporting communities hit by the foot and mouth crisis. It was organised by Steve and a couple of other guys from down the bar (including Mich), and featured DJs and Paul F’s band. I know they sold more than 350 tickets at £25, and that most of the stuff they needed (venue, bands, beer) was provided free – so hopefully they raised a lot of money. Kudos to the organisers.
Why didn’t I go? Well, I knew I had long days at work on Saturday and Sunday, and as the ball was an all-nighter, going on until 6am, I thought it wise not to go. But on Saturday, I was wondering if I had made the right decision, as just about everyone else was going, including a Certain Someone. But where do you find a dinner jacket at short notice on a Saturday afternoon when you are stuck in a field with lousy mobile phone reception? So I resigned myself to not going, which in view of the fact I was so tired at the end of the day was probably a good thing. But I was left wondering what went on there.
Certain Someone asked me by SMS on Saturday if I would be going – I think she was hoping I would. Wish I had – perhaps then I wouldn’t be left wondering, as I am now.
separating the wanted from the unwanted