Entry for 1st November, 2007

My hangover has mostly disappeared, so I feel able to say a little about the re-union now.
Like most people I suppose, I used to hang about with a gang of friends at school. As best I can tell, my own particular group gravitated towards one another because of a mutual love for hard rock music and Dungeons and Dragons, and a complete lack of ability to attract girlfriends. In retrospect I recognise that some of the fairer sex may have been put off by our conversation, centering as it did around topics like "What is the best drum solo you have ever heard?" and "Does a Cloak of Invisibilty work inside K'krull's Thamuturgical Field".
The gang were re-united on Saturday night, and special thanks are due to The Couch Potato for hosting the event. I think it was a great success. I cannot be sure, because a lot of the evening is now quite fuzzy because I lost a lot of important brain cells as a consequence of drinking something with Tabasco Sauce in it - my New Year's Resolution is not to drink cocktails prepared by people who list fire-eating amongst their favourite passtimes.
It was curious to note that (with the noteable exception of myself) those of us who sported flowing locks at school all now have number one cuts, whilst those who had more senible haircuts way back then seem to have grown them now in compensation.