Some of us were persuaded to wear DJs. Mine just about fitted, though I couldn’t do up the top button on my shirt (I probably never could). Not bad considering it was all bought when Margaret Thatcher was Prime Minister. I did splash out on a new bow tie, in squiddy memorial purple.
Food was not bad; wine was, well, remember the wine there in 1998? Much the same. It all got drunk anyway. I did not dance.
Sadly, just as things were starting to get warmed up, it all finished. At 11:15! As if we were all being picked up by our Dads after a night on the lemon squash at the youth centre. Pubs are open later than that nowadays! We were all sent packing in our taxis, and home by midnight.
I found out then that some people had gone back to Borris’s to continue drinking. Bah, I was too lazy to go out again.
Anyway, here are the photos.
Historical note: this party occurred exactly ten years to the day to the infamous Market Bosworth Leeds/Cambridge party. We never did find that false limb.