A Weekend in the Pub, with no Beer

Some time ago, M expressed a desire to go to the recently revived Hobble on the Cobbles, in Aylesbury, her home town, headlining, wait for it, Kajagoogoo. Strangely I had no desire see aforementioned Kajagoogoo,(and it turned out they were so dire, and self advertising of new record, we stayed in the Kings Head). Unfortunately, M got the day wrong but thanks to the flexibility of her sister's accommodation, the railway company, and work, we stayed until Monday morning (and I even got some work done on the train home).
The standard of the bands, alternating on the 3 stages in Market Square and Kingsbury, was excellent,

and we acquired several CDs, but we did spend most of the weekend in the pub (as usual). Unfortunately for me, I am off the booze at the moment, due to Doctor's orders, and well worth it it is too, as within 36 hours I had recovered, mostly, from what I had imagined to be a tropical lurgy (that was only partly the case). Balancing one pint of beer a day (social pressure, you understand, and only at the weekend), with copious amounts of lemonade and 0% lager is an achievement of sorts, and plenty of early nights. Didnt think I could do it, but it seems to be going OK so far.
Anyway, what are usually normal people in a haze of booze, seem to in the cold light of day, to be strange beings:



Of course, I wasn't affected myself.
And M seems quite pleased/

For the first time in years I have eaten 3 square meals in a day. I might even put on some weight from my pathetic levels of the moment.