An educational evening

At Sods 2 tonight, I coaxed Mr and Mrs B out of the year 1999 and they learned how to use predictive text on their respective cellphones. Terz and Mr B tried to teach me a little self-defence, but their valiant efforts were hampered by my puny (lack of) muscles. Dan was not with us, but thanks to the almighty cellphone, got a quick crash course from Mr B on how to make a nice rack of lamb. Who says bar nights aren't educational?