.......totally automatic......

Automatic is a fabulous little cafe bar in Bury.....local beers....fantastic cocktails....wonderful food.

This is my mate B......he retired last week...on his 58th birthday...the jammy bugger.

Whisper it but he used to be an ..............Inspector.....how he survived as my mate is a mystery!

The Boss and I , D and V arrived at Automatic first......S and B a little later....nice surprise for him.

We bought B a little diary as a joke....and filled it in with fictitious events....apply for old age pension....buy K a big birthday present.....call Vikki Vanilla for massage ...etc,etc. D took him off for a look around while we added some more.....they were gone half an hour....Automatic has a whiskey bar upstairs....D and B had sneaked up there and had a couple leaving me with the three women...the sods.

After the meal we wandered down to the Trackside...the old railway station...converted into a real ale bar...it was rammed full....so B decided we should go back to his place.

He did it again......insisted D and I had three different malt whiskeys!....on top of the beers we'd had.

So I am....again.....slightly with drink taken....comments will have to wait until the morning.

Das vidanya moy padruga.

I forgot this last night.
It's April 26th....right? So how come when we left Automatic last night it was sleeting? How come when we got home from B's just after midnight the wet conservatory roof had frozen? And how come now, 6.30 a.m. the following morning, are the cars covered in a layer of ice, not frost......... real, genuine ice?