Outclassed

A few years ago, I invited Jerome and Dan to have dinner with us in the Rabbit to celebrate my birthday. Jerome said he'd come, but warned me that England were in the final of the rugby that weekend and he might be a bit drunk. "A bit" proved to be an understatement; he was at the stage of drunkenness where his eyes become like a cloudy winter sky. Except it's not beautiful. Sports fans among you may remember that England won the rugby and naturally Jerome was delighted. He staggered round the pub, barely able to see, shouting "We won! We won!" pausing once or twice to say to me, very quietly "Happy Birthday, Marv!"