Oh what a night...

If you’re sitting comfortably then I’ll begin. The weather was dire. Kate and I were in Fort William for the weekend and had spent most of the day up Ben Nevis getting soaked. To cheer ourselves up we thought we would consume some wine with our meal that evening. A glass turned into a bottle and on leaving the ‘Grog and Gruel’ we posed by the statue of their pig. Cool. Hearing music, we followed it down some steps into to a snooker haunt. After purchasing one of my new favourite drinks, Amaretto and Coke (A+C) we proceeded to break their Juke Box. After failing to revive it we made a speedy exit. We had eaten in the ‘Ben Nevis Bar’ the night before, and so headed back in that direction. We were in luck. Saturday was karaoke night. After another A+C each we hit the mic. ‘Don’t Stop, Believing’, went down as a massive hit…even if our singing had a lot to live up to, our dancing (which was worse) made up for it. The Hen Do girls were very enthusiastic…and soon stood up with a single of their own. While waiting for another drink, an Irish bloke, Tom, asked if we would help him out. The youngest member of their group, Daniel (21) apparently needed some persuasion to stand up and sing, basically we had to flirt. Heads held high, Kate and I took on the challenge. And succeeded. 10 minutes later ‘Mack the Knife’ was being sung, very well I might add, by the checked shirt guy. Because of this we became honouree group members and were offered many drinks. This lead to yet another Rosie and Kate number…which I don’t remember singing. Though I do remember that the Hen Do ladies joined in, and we must have been jumping as their fluffy headbands were bobbing away. The night ended with a group of us jigging on the dance floor, replicating some moves from the can-can and falling into a Rhododendron bush. Sadly, there were no beans in sight.