The Midnight Hour

Last night we had a reunion of the old Cnemis gang. This took the traditional form of a curry in Chinnor. Given that Indian food seems to be the default choice nowadays, we were really bad at it. We all managed to pick a starter and a main course each (more or less at random, but, in my case, having settled upon a main course, when I found that the same dish was available as a starter, I was tempted to pick it twice). The problems came when the waiter threw other questions at us: what sort of rice? Naan? Side dishes? He refused to choose things for us - clearly enjoying watching us squirm.
Anyway, it was good to catch up with the others - and run through the old jokes one more time.
C had run off with a variety of cars and car keys which meant that the open-topped sportster was left as the only option to get me to the ... err... church on time. The journey back on deserted roads under a starlit sky was rather nice so, a few minutes into today, I stopped and took this picture. A bit hit and miss as I couldn't see to line it up over the windscreen ( which is why the nearside of the car has been cut off) but hey!