A very quiet morning then everybody wanted everything and it was all fucking urgent!
Worst was wedding stuff for Michelle - all a stupid size & had to be chopped down by eye.
Any plan I had to sneak off early to Keith's wake was bollixed by this and work for Dave (sent the wrong files for signs) and Monica (forgot that she didn't have enough notes for course on Monday).
Finally got to wake around 16.25 and the pub was packed. According to Lou there was about 150 people at the crematorium. She got a lift with Brian and Madelaine, Brian nagging all the way there ("Watch out for that car!" "Slow down." etc). On the way back, she got in with Dick & Jared...
While was there was 'treated' to the whole of the "Remember, Remember" song and then fireworks (Keith was a member of several groups). Lots of load explosions had me saying that either the rozzers or the armed response unit would be turning up: sure enough 10 minutes later a copper turned up to see what was happening (no doubt in response to calls regarding shots and or bombs).
After that, people started to drift off and then Dick had to have a go at some stupid fat tart and her clueless mate (took food from bar and then looked appalled when told them it was from a wake).
A few more beers and then home.
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