We went to the seaside on Saturday night for an engagement party of an ex work colleague. It was very nice, and highly entertaining. He is 27, his new fiancée is 20. We didn’t know this when we went, we didn’t even know her name till we met her! So they have a do above a pub, nice room and a dj who played all the classics – Abba medleys, Grease megamix, Build Me Up (Buttercup) – guaranteed to get toes tapping. Well for us older lot anyway. Then there were lots of 20 year olds friends of the fiancée there who actually made me quite worried about the next generation. Short skirts and even shorter tops, fake blond hair, drinking weird blue concoctions, and all chain smoking. And they all had HUGE pot bellies hanging over their tops! Fabulous. I was worrying about having to spend the night with lots of glamorous young’uns, and I needn’t have worried at all, I felt super fabulous and had a great time dancing to all the classics while they all stood on the sidelines looking surly. There was also a very tall blond 20 year old who was terrifying – think Rachel Hunter mixed with Jordan - who must have been 6 months pregnant and this was sagging between her mini top and mini skirt. Lovely. And hubbie got flashed at by the sister of the intended within 2 seconds of her walking through the door – she had a top that in ordinary circumstances would have required REELS of tit tape – and she had none, no bra neither. I would have decked her an hour later the amount of rum I downed – but I decided to let it go, she wasn’t impressing anyone! And the 20 year old fiancée was very pretty, had a lovely dress and was skinny as a rake, but ruined it all by spending the night asking people if she looked fat. At one point she came up to us saying she had "breathed too much" and the zip had gone on the back of her dress. I needn’t have worried at all, they were all mad as rakes and paranoid to boot. Must be the sea air!
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