I had my friends John and Ros staying over on Sunday night. They arrived a little late so we ended up booking a table at a local Italian restaurant at the top end of the High Street.
As luck would have it, it happened to be a Frank Sinatra night, with a half decent impersonator. As lame as this sounds it was actually quite funny and we had a good laugh. It was embarrassing when he walked by all the tables asking for you to join in but thankfully we were right at the back so he tended not to bother us.
My people call me the dude. I share my teachings in the passages below... (along with many typos, grammatical errors and lazy writing)
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