It was the Post 15 April party on Friday night at the Beach Hut at East Coast Park.

Sharonie and I hitched a ride with Uncle and arrived at ECP extra early. Therefore, we went around trying to find a KTV place but to no avail. Uncle just kept on pulling out a fresh cigarette every 3 minutes. He is a chain smoker. Sharonie and I rented a tandem bike and we rode, with her in the front as usual and me at the back because I do not move at all except pedal (or so she likes to think, teeheehehee.) When we switched and I went in front, let us just say it was a disaster.

The food was yummy yummy. Beef, Daphonaise (spelling) potatoes, whole little sotongs. There was free flow of booze but I stayed away because I do not need alcohol to feel high. No sir, all I need is good old music. And the band at the Beach Hut provided just that.

I danced because the band played all the music that I wish clubs would play. They played the Beatles ‘Can’t buy me love’ ‘I should have known better’, Elvis’ ‘All shook up’ ‘Return to Sender’, The Eagles, America. But when they started the beginning strains of the Hollies’ ‘Busstop’, I never been so happy. I could have danced, danced, danced all night long.