Drank a bottle of wine and watched Papillon last night. It was good. Very 70s. A film about not much, and it takes ages to get there... But very nicely shot and acted.
Melissa, clearly jealous of my hangover woke me up at 8:15am and again at about 8:45am, and again at 9:15am, so I got up and had some tea and toast. Afterwards we went off to Southport to do some browsing for bathroomy stuff. Found some nice tiles and we think we have a good idea of where we want to go with the bath, taps, shower and of course tiles. We also went into (the) Tesco for a birthday card for Claire and I bought a couple of shirts, and a bargain pair of jeans and a t shirt for the baby that says 'Daddy's Girl' on it.. Melissa bought the baby about 5 pairs of shoes and some other shit. Sorry David and Jenni, we don't have a club card.
Afterwards we headed home and Melissa cut my hair and then went off to her mums to get her curlers put in while I played CODBO like a frigging demon for about an hour. Honestly, I was unstoppable. Ish.
Melissa came home, and continued to get ready for our night out, while I shaved, showered and changed and off we went into Liverpool town centre to Christakis Greek Taverna for Claire's birthday celebrations. There was Melissa (my wife), Claire (Melissa's cousin), Brendon (Claire's boyfriend), Louise (Also Melissa's cousin), Gaynor (Louise's mate), Tina (Claire and Louise's mum), Rob (Tina's husband) and Mark (Tina's brother) and me (me).
Never been to a Greek taverna before. Will probably never go again. Every table in there had someone celebrating something. Birthdays, retirements, leaving dos, and there was two hen dos. It was mental. The food was excellent though. We got a banquet deal so we all got to try a bit of everything. Some exciting new taste sensations were to be found, including a brilliant lamb dish, and haloumi, which is I think deep fried cheese. And I said hello to an old friend in the form of Mythos, staple diet for anyone on a lads holiday in Greece.
After the food, a 60 year old woman with the body of a 20 year old woman did some crazy belly dancing with veils, a sword, a walking stick and some reluctant audience participation. Then two fellas nearly kicked our faces off as we were leaving. They claim they were dancing, but I could tell otherwise.
Melissa drove us home, I wrote this, and now I'm going to bed.
Nighty night!
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