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I hope this is well intentioned all the same.
âOh and another thing, I realised before that Chamonix is an anagram for Chix Moan, which is exactly what any lady lucky enough to pull me will be doing later tonight.â He extends the warning around the room to insincere laughter. Robert is here for himself; I sense my stag weekend may get in his way.
Max feels his alpha-male status would be questioned unless he adds something: âI would like to propose a toast to Danâs boys. Letâs hope we all get a 69 in Cham or should I say a Cham 69. Geddit?â Embarrassed sips are taken. Max is another problem child. Two toasts prompt the rest to think that a round robin toasting tournament is required.
âI would like to toast Dan and Sophia, who are getting married in ten daysâ time. They are a fantastic couple that deserve to have found each other. I wish you Sophia and Bepe every happiness.â Thank goodness Juliet is here for me. She reminds the boys why they are there.
Johnny gets to his feet. âI want to echo Julietâs kind words about this great couple. I just want Dan to have a great time with his best friends. To Dan.â A mutter of âTo Danâ follows. The sincerity of the last two toasts has been an uneasy antidote to the first two.
Only Steve and Chris remain, neither of who wants to come forward.
Chris intervenes sharply to save being last, âTo Bepeâ. Glasses are charged for the fifth time, although some are raised empty. Chris is on my side just, although his sullen disapproval can cloud this.
âTo Rubber Juliet, I hope she lasts long into the night for you Dan. Just make sure you blow into the right hole!â shouts Steve hurriedly. Steve attracts renewed enthusiasm from Robert and Max. Steve is a spiteful man, able to flick in and out of being a friend depending on the social weather.
âSpeech, speech, speech. Come on Dan,â the chorus goes up giving me no option. âDan, Dan, Dan, Danâ¦â
âAlright, alright, calm down. Thanks for your good wishes. Itâs great to have every one of you here for me. Thanks for coming. I canât believe anyone wants to marry me to be honest, especially after today. Anyway guys, letâs just enjoy each other and this great place.â My address makes the group docile. They have been given a dose of reason and are having difficulty swallowing it. The bar re-adjusts, without our toasting distraction.
âAm I the only one here without sprogs?â enquires Robert of me.
âYes, unless you are hiding any.â He probably has a string of them he disowns.
âAny last requests before we start the stag do in earnest?â I mumble something about an ice-skating rink, knowing full well that my request will not be catered for by the rule of the mob.
âDonât worry about what happens here, what goes on tour stays on tour. You can get up to anything you want to. Sophia doesnât need to have her pretty Italian head troubled by it all.â Robert goes to the bar with a raised eyebrow.
âHi mate. Feel like I havenât seen you yet.â Johnny arrives at Robertâs departure.
âNo. Itâs been hectic hasnât it? We must catch up, I am getting on with that playlist, and itâs great fun. I am whittling it down to a magnificent seven.â
âWow mate, what an impossible job.â He stops in his tracks, genuinely taken aback about the difficulty of scaling an infinite choice to close to a handful of tracks.
âBy the sounds of it the The Clash is in the mix.â He instantly sees through my title, and probable choice.
âMaybe the âTracks of my Tearsâ by Smokey Robinson?â Johnny keeps the suggestions coming.
âNo I donât think Smokey will make it, but you have given me a great idea. âThe Tracks of my Yearsâ that is what I will call the playlist. I can explain to Bepe in later life what the
âOh and another thing, I realised before that Chamonix is an anagram for Chix Moan, which is exactly what any lady lucky enough to pull me will be doing later tonight.â He extends the warning around the room to insincere laughter. Robert is here for himself; I sense my stag weekend may get in his way.
Max feels his alpha-male status would be questioned unless he adds something: âI would like to propose a toast to Danâs boys. Letâs hope we all get a 69 in Cham or should I say a Cham 69. Geddit?â Embarrassed sips are taken. Max is another problem child. Two toasts prompt the rest to think that a round robin toasting tournament is required.
âI would like to toast Dan and Sophia, who are getting married in ten daysâ time. They are a fantastic couple that deserve to have found each other. I wish you Sophia and Bepe every happiness.â Thank goodness Juliet is here for me. She reminds the boys why they are there.
Johnny gets to his feet. âI want to echo Julietâs kind words about this great couple. I just want Dan to have a great time with his best friends. To Dan.â A mutter of âTo Danâ follows. The sincerity of the last two toasts has been an uneasy antidote to the first two.
Only Steve and Chris remain, neither of who wants to come forward.
Chris intervenes sharply to save being last, âTo Bepeâ. Glasses are charged for the fifth time, although some are raised empty. Chris is on my side just, although his sullen disapproval can cloud this.
âTo Rubber Juliet, I hope she lasts long into the night for you Dan. Just make sure you blow into the right hole!â shouts Steve hurriedly. Steve attracts renewed enthusiasm from Robert and Max. Steve is a spiteful man, able to flick in and out of being a friend depending on the social weather.
âSpeech, speech, speech. Come on Dan,â the chorus goes up giving me no option. âDan, Dan, Dan, Danâ¦â
âAlright, alright, calm down. Thanks for your good wishes. Itâs great to have every one of you here for me. Thanks for coming. I canât believe anyone wants to marry me to be honest, especially after today. Anyway guys, letâs just enjoy each other and this great place.â My address makes the group docile. They have been given a dose of reason and are having difficulty swallowing it. The bar re-adjusts, without our toasting distraction.
âAm I the only one here without sprogs?â enquires Robert of me.
âYes, unless you are hiding any.â He probably has a string of them he disowns.
âAny last requests before we start the stag do in earnest?â I mumble something about an ice-skating rink, knowing full well that my request will not be catered for by the rule of the mob.
âDonât worry about what happens here, what goes on tour stays on tour. You can get up to anything you want to. Sophia doesnât need to have her pretty Italian head troubled by it all.â Robert goes to the bar with a raised eyebrow.
âHi mate. Feel like I havenât seen you yet.â Johnny arrives at Robertâs departure.
âNo. Itâs been hectic hasnât it? We must catch up, I am getting on with that playlist, and itâs great fun. I am whittling it down to a magnificent seven.â
âWow mate, what an impossible job.â He stops in his tracks, genuinely taken aback about the difficulty of scaling an infinite choice to close to a handful of tracks.
âBy the sounds of it the The Clash is in the mix.â He instantly sees through my title, and probable choice.
âMaybe the âTracks of my Tearsâ by Smokey Robinson?â Johnny keeps the suggestions coming.
âNo I donât think Smokey will make it, but you have given me a great idea. âThe Tracks of my Yearsâ that is what I will call the playlist. I can explain to Bepe in later life what the
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