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No photos. I forgot the camera again.
Although I think Wayne (RedRaven) took some?
I was late. Not my fault. I was just about to go out of the door at 7pm (we were meeting up at 7:30 for drinks and then eating at 8:30) but on my way out the 'phone rang and it was my wife Diana.
She promised me she would be home at 6pm but "lost track of time". She was pissed as a fart.
Really drunk. She had been out drinking with her team from work since 12 noon. The rest of her team are all young kids of course. I think she probably struggled to keep up with them. 
So I had to drive down to pick her up from the Metro Station and put her straight to bed. It was 7:45pm when I finally left the house. I just missed the train and there are fewer trains at that time of night so the next one was ages.
I ran from the metro station to the pub and got there at 8:20pm. Just had time to pour a pint down my neck then off to the curry house.
In attendance were;
Nigle (68 Charger)
Nick (69? Charger)
Rich (69 Charger)
Andy (Various Plymouth B-bodys and a 67 Coronet race car)
Me (70 Challenger)
Wayne (70 and 74 Challengers)
Big up to Wayne for making the flight over from Dublin Ireland just to be with us.
After the meal everyone except Wayne, Me and Rich went home. To be honest I was bloated as hell and fancied going home myself. But Wayne had gone to all that bother to be there so just buggering off home did not seem like fair play to me. So me and Rich took him into town for a few drinks.
After meeting some of Rich's coked-up friends me and Wayne sneaked off to another bar for a pint by ourselves. I was struggling though and by midnight I couldn't take any more. My belly was as tight as a drumskin.
So I went home and Wayne wandered around by himself for a little while before going back to his hotel.
