Open Shaun and Jac

By March 31, 2002One Comment

If I say another drunken night was had, you’d probably groan at the inevitability of it all. Although this time, The Cranley Hotel beckoned for “Open Mike” night with a difference: this was “Open Shaun and Jac” night. Shaun (Shunta‘s brother) and Jac both sang their little hearts out for 3 1/2 hours, coped admirably with the appallingly timed Cranleigh Rugby team night out (of all the nights Shaun and Jac chose…) and generally had an enormous amount of fun with myself, Shunta, Michelle and Sophie. I was particularly impressed with Jac’s T-Shirt – the very one I had bought him for his birthday. Everyone was very impressed. Shunta “worked” behind the bar all night, but ended up the most drunk out of all of us, arriving back home just in time to show us his horde from the trip to his house – a stack of 100 magazines, two camping signs, a couple of daffodils and a bus stop. I wonder if he still has a job…

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  • Jac says:

    “Thinkin’ about your donkey, thinkin’ about your ass, don’t give me now, thinkin’ about your donkey, thinkin’ about your ass. Oh Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz, my friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends. I work hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends. So Lord, won’t you buy me a horse.”

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