Preposteriorus Proposal.

Being the gullible fool that I am, when a friend told me that the whole idea of this 'Dancing in the Moonlight' gig was about everyone baring their bums and dancing to the reflected light of said botties, I believed her.
Imagine my surprise (and annoyance at ruining a perfectly good pair of jeans) when this turned out to be patently untrue. Not that there was going to be much chance of dancing, anyway, as the choice of 'music' turned out to be jazz so people had to content themselves with a bit of foot tapping and marvelling at the downright cleverness of it all, instead.
Having said that and in testament to the indomitable English spirit, the atmosphere was good and people seemed to be having a great time, myself included (even though I was a little chilly around the bike park area)!
Quite by accident, I came across a tub of Gadds' Summer Ale being offered up for free to all Eastcliff residents. Hurrah!!! Unfortunately, all 5 of their plastic glasses had been issued out which lent a bit of an awkward angle to the distribution of said freebie. After a quick debate I decided to swallow my words and drink my hat.
As they say, 'there's no such thing as a free launch!'

Looking forward to the next one, though I may take my Walkman, my 'complete works of Barry Manilow' and a bucket with me!