Well, Forest’s season started with a whimper rather than a bang. There were some limited suggestions of an intention to pass the ball, but once again the manager seems unable to grasp the simple fact that players play better in their preferred positions. Even with injuries there was no need for some of his strange decisions. Despite the shit game though, it was good to be back!
Rushed home, showered changed and was picked up by Andy, went back to his and admired his drumkit and proved beyond all doubt that I have no rhythmic skill at all (Katie wasn’t much better either!), before being picked up by limosine for Murf’s wedding reception out in Repton, Dirtyshire. The drive there was great fun, with beer and champagne! When we arrived at the school hall in Repton hosting the reception, it transpired it was Roald Dahl’s old school!
There was a suitably large amount of drinking and raucousness, and I must say I approve of bacon and sausage cobs in place of the more traditional wedding buffet – as well as the cheese-boards for those of a none meating-eating bent.. I managed to scoff too much of the bacon/sausage offerings to get onto a cheese course, sadly!
All in all, a cracking night – although it took absolutely ages for us to get home!