NEVER again

I am NEVER arranging a party for anyone or anything EVER again. It's all far too bloody stressful.

We went off to look at the local-ish pub tonight, as mentioned here. Fantastic room, nice little alcove for the DJ, a slightly seperate area near the bar for those that don't want to be in the thick of it but not too far away either. Sounds perfect doesn't?

Just a couple of minor problems. The bar only had lager and most of the people coming are bitter drinkers including, most importantly, the birthday boy himself. They thought they could bring up the bottled bitter but it's bottle-conditioned so has lots of sediment and, according to OH who knows about these things, wasn't the nicest bitter he'd ever tasted. And at 5.2%, serious falling down water. Oh, and it was £3.20 a bottle. EEK!!

Second problem. It is a no-smoking pub. Yes I know we're going to have to get used to that but we seem to know a disproportionately high number of smokers, including both of us, and we'd more than likely find most of the party taking place outside in the beer garden.

Edge of the planet, here I come.

There followed a series of telephone calls to all our local pubs with no joy. Until, out of sheer desperation, I tried the one pub I was convinced wouldn't have a function room. But they do so we shot over there to have a look and it's fab! A little smaller than I would have liked but at this stage of the game, beggars can't be choosers. The food looked great, the beer is more than adequate (it's a Young's pub with Bombardier as a guest ale, for those that like to know these things) and OH was very happy.

And now so am I.

But I'm still not ever doing this again.