Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?

For those wishing to see Kathleen's Sunday Roast please press HERE and then please return for this little bombshell!__________________________________________________

Right, come on! guess who did come to dinner that memorable night?You'll be amazed who did drop in for the celebrations!!

With all this recent heavy activity of Roasts, Posts and Toasts, now in well under control, this is an opportune moment for me to discuss my big event, occurring last week.

My 65th Birthday Dinner, no less - "Crumbs!", you might say, "He looks MUCH younger than that!! - I am amazed!"

Well, maybe so and maybe not, but the lad is wearing well with the exception of one hip which is due for replacement in a couple of months. But as for the food - not exactly crumbs!

Rump Steak, to be more precise, was my choice from the menu for my special 65th birthday treat, organised by my lovely and thoughtful wife.

Thank you Darling for everything and for inviting such distinguished guests!

It's incredible how time has passes so quickly - I remember well when I wore long trousers for the first time, spoke in a much higher voice and once experienced the wonderful state of never having to worry about all the the things adults do. I can recall even some events right back to the age of three, like when I had a double hernia operation and someone thrust a gas mask over my face - men in green gowns wearing green Wellington Boots outside the operating theatre. Obviously this must have made a significant impression on me.

These 65 years have gone - IN A FLASH.

I was with the family celebrating this most unwelcome milestone in my life, yet most welcome in other respects, seated in a little restaurant, just outside Bristol, and whilst we all awaited our meals we rested and jested prior dining on treats about to be ingested and digested.

Each guest kindly presented me with their gift which I opened with the wild abandon of a child whilst endeavouring to maintain a modicum of discipline befitting a gentleman of progressing years.

I singled out a target present and opened a well wrapped and attractive package, received from my God Son, Sam. Out popped this fabulous T- shirt which I held proudly across my chest.

"Oh how apt!", I remarked gleefully whilst jumping up and down with excitement.

"Oh no not blogging again", protested the Mrs, "I wish I could see the back of all that, particularly today - you are always at it! - I just cannot understand what the attraction is doing this hour after hour! day after day! week after week! You're an addict!

I see I'm flogging a dead horse but I do wish I could see the back of that tea shirt tonight of all nights!"

"Certainly, my dear! your wish is my command!" said I turning the garment a full 180 degrees, "I shall certain show you the back of it . . . . . . . . . . and tonight! . . . . just as you asked!"

When she saw this she laughed just as loudly as the rest of us.

This chaos and mirth captured the imagination of someone in the restaurant, a name many will know well. In fact she was non other than a well known and well loved blogger, Maggie May of Nuts In May.

She walked over to me and remarked she was celebrating some old fart's 65th Birthday in this very restaurant since he was a blogger too and she had come just too see him with her son, The Mighty Sam.

"Eddie 'Godfrey' Bluelights I presume, I see you like the tea shirt!", she said, "I didn't recognise you out of uniform at first!"

Yes indeed!", I said, "I had this from my God Son, The Mighty Sam."
"Oh Gaud!", exclaimed the Mrs, "I thought anything to do with blogging is banned for the night!"

Maggie continued, "I see there are three of us here then! Bloggers of the world unite and all that!" "We must have a photo to celebrate", she said.

"David taught us to always to carry a camera", we all said in unison!

Out came the cameras which flashed away fifty to the dozen. People wondered whether there was a film star there somewhere with all the camera lights flashing.

"What about you Maggie?" I remarked, "You don't like facing the camera. Do you want me to take a photo of your front or your rear?"

Wild hysterics encompassed our table and the two waitresses came over to share the joke.

Normally I would have invited these two lovely ladies to join me in a photograph, one on each arm, but the Mrs was there tonight and I had to be on my very best behaviour.

So here is a very rare shot of Maggie plus Sam, actually facing the camera - I wonder if she was drunk? In this shot all I am at liberty to say is that Maggie May and The Might Sam are there in it somewhere and a very good time was had by all.

"Gosh! What a turn round, Maggie!"

Which one is she? I can hear you asking, "That's for me to know and you to wonder!"

I expect Maggie will post something about this old fart's birthday she came to celebrate!

I think she mentioned he was Eddie Bluelights or was it someone called Godfrey?

Now what do you make of all this little lot?

Here's to my next 65 years!

You must be joking!!