I met my paternal grandfather for the first tome this weekend. For various reasons, which we need not go into here, I’d never met or spoken to dad’s father before. Yesterday, we were an my cousin Dan’s wedding. This was, needless to say, a most excellent event in itself – it was at a vineyard in Sussex, and the sun was out. Dad, mum and I were down there, and we had a great time. The music at the reception ruled, and my family kept buying me drinks! Lord knows how much I drank, but I knew about it in the morning. The music also ruled – Dan and Ruth are evidently rockers, and the band they chose kicked ass. You should have seen the guitarist! Guns and roses, Hendrix, woooohooo. Seems it is possible to have a good night out with one’s parents, as last night certainly was a good night out!