It was one of those parties, you know, driftwood gathered and set alight, the smell of baking potatos, and other...stuff...as the sun slowly set. The noise of the waves, the odd scream from the distance and that strangely, muted, flatness your voice takes on at night outdoors. Some of us got legless while others went way over the top. Before leaving we counted heads, but nobody noticed. On the way back there was much laughter over jokes of falling head over heels and plunging in head first and so on. John cracked up eventually and started shouting he'd lost his head altogether, but we ignored him. As usual. I mean, it was just John at the end of the day.
Humour and fun
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