Parteeeee

Time to catch up on the Saturday news - out of the blue it seems Assad’s regime in Syria is being swept away by rebel forces led by Hayat Tahrir al-Sham (HTS as we now all know). Once an Al-Qaida splinter group. But no longer. Maybe.
Anyway, bigger things are happening in the world: we won a game of football. “Shanks” finds his scoring boots, though confusingly they are on his head. Hurrah - we’re off the bottom once again.
No beers after though, no, as I was off to a party. The FCYC Christmas Party! Oh the fun: The sailing prizes were doled out, a quiz was held, then a truly awful “party” game (thanks LP), before we were finally allowed to party, and eat. And party we did until I brought proceedings to a halt with our traditional Corinthian Christmas Carol. On the Seventh day of Christmas our Commodore sent to me: Seven Yachts a-Yawing; Six Seals a-Swimming etc etc. You get the picture.