I've just been down to the pub where my brother in law is having his party with my sister to help stick a few balloons up.
The good news: They have some reasonable looking real ales on including a Copper Dragon (yay!) and Timmy Taylors' Landlord (oooer, that could be dangerous)
The bad news: On the way out one of the "guests" who said he would be "along later" left the pub at the same time. "It's a full moon, a fool moon" he said through a face that had been repeatedly beaten with the ugly stick.
"Are we expecting werewolves then" I said
"Oh don't worry about him" I was told, "He thinks he's James Bond. 007. Licensed to Shag"
This is going to be a very long night
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