Boza

I’ve had a very enjoyable weekend staying with a mate and his family up in Bolsover, known affectionately as “Boza” to residents. Roger and his wife very kindly put up with me for the night.

This all came about because Roger has been playing a game called World of Warcraft and I was interested in having a look at it. It’s currently in Public Beta in Europe although it’s already been released in the states, so at the moment you can play it for free. I know, I’m a bit of a saddo for liking stuff like this but it’s fairly good fun and very immersive – you can play this game for months and months and still find things to do.

Anyway, I had a play on that for a bit, then we hit the town, what there is of it. Boza isn’t very big, but there were a few lively pubs around and we ended up at a pub called The Angel Inn where some DJ was having a bit of a karaoke! It was a lot of fun watching all the hopeless “singers” make arses of themselves, although one lady did an excellent rendition of “Pearl’s a Singer”. Needless to say I didn’t serenade the pub – I might be musical but I can’t sing for toffee.

After a few pints out we headed back home. Roger’s wife Sarah thought it would be a good idea to open the bottle of Veuve Amiot that I’d brought as a gift, so we drank that between us. This pushed me over the edge from “slightly pickled” to “ming-monged”. I don’t remember going to bed and I was a little confused when I eventually awakened from a deathly unconciousness to realise that I was still fully clothed! I’d managed to take my shoes off but then left everything else on and climbed into bed.

I felt like death warmed up and I still feel a little jittery now. I don’t get pissed that often, only usually once in a while, and I hate having a hangover. Sarah made us all a lovely Sunday lunch which she left most of (I think she was feeling worse than me!) and I struggled to finish off most of mine, and that’s very unusual for me. I love my food. Still, it tasted great and she did a great stuffing – Roger is one lucky bloke.

Anyway, must be about time for bed. I’m knackered.