Yes, very interesting indeed. Went to the christening then on to the cricket club afterwards for some "refreshment". Unfortunately I became massively "over-refreshed", led astray by my mate Byron, club captain and occasional Le Manner.
My taxi did not turn up to take me back to the Sunderland Friendly Hotel, which incidentally is identical to that place Alan Partridge stayed in. So some kind bloke on a mountain bike said he would give me a backy! So on I jumped in my best suit at 12.30 at night. After 300 yards the fool stopped and nearly collapsed on the floor complaining of stomach pains. He said he had Khrones? Disease! Anyway he said he lived round the corner and I could bring back the bike in the morning. What a star!
I set off up the hill like Lance Armstrong; I arrived at my hotel fifteen minutes later wheezing like an asthmatic asbestos worker and crashed into the flowerbed by the front door. Then I spent the next five minutes trying to fit the bike through the revolving doors. I had it upside down and back to front but still it wouldnt go. But I did suceed in covering myself in black chain grease. The rather unamused night porter, whom I had no doubt disturbed from his porn film, eventually let me in the side entrance.
So a top day out all round really. BEWARE: Byron is mumbling about coming to Le Mans next year. You have been warned.
