I'd forgotten about this.
The reunion was a blast but I knew I was on to a winner from the start by showing a few pics from the old days.
We started off at a beer festival (which ran out of beer by 8.30) before we all headed to a nearby pub which had an AC/DC tribute act. Taxis were ordered and partners called to transport us there. Seven of us packed into a VW Polo and as we pulled up outside I opened the car door to get out and had one foot on the pavement and one inside the car before the car started moving to pull into the pub car park. I was hopping in near panic for several feet as the rest the occupants (not including the driver) fell about laughing.
From there we went to the village's main haunt from the old days and it was packed. We even met a couple of others who had heard about the gathering via the grapevine.
looking back the weirdest thing was that well over half of us were either single, separated or divorced and a few of us had some very similar issues to deal with. A number of rather alarming revelations also came out along the way.
Cracking night though despite the rather deep conversations at times and I'm looking forward to a repeat come Christmas time.
) and we keep in touch that way and will meet up every so often if we're all back in our home town at the same time, but when it comes to everyone else, there's a reason we all lost touch.