July 16th, 1989
At Jon’s, Middlesex
After last night’s shenanigans, I expected the price I’d pay in the headache department would be high, but it was not be! Enjoyed tea in the garden this morning with Simone, who was also hangover free. She filled me in on her recent work trip to Israel and told me how much she loved it. I shared with her some of the places I visited when I was in Tel Aviv, back in March, which feels so much longer than four month’s ago.
Pamsy rang to let me know her flight to Tenerife was majorly delayed, which unfortunately changed the plans we had for me to spend the night at hers. Thought about going home but I have plenty of days off before my next trip, that’ll take me out of the country for fourteen days (it’ll be my longest trip yet.)
“Why don’t we ring Jon and see if he’s available for Sunday lunch?” Simone suggested.
“You mean invite him over here?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said, looking pensive. “I was thinking more along the lines of us going there.”
“We could. I’m sure he’ll be going to The Harrow, unless he’s away on holiday.”
“It’d be nice to see him again,” Simone said, wistfully. “I always enjoyed having you two here together.”
Jon picked up on the second ring.
“Don’t faint,” I said, laughing.
“McGarr! I don’t believe it. Did somebody die?”
“Nope. Nobody died. I’m at Birch Road, we had a party last night and…”
“Thanks for the invite.”
“Sorry, I’ve been away a lot and …”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said with a chuckle. “Are you coming over?”
“Funny you should ask. Simone and I were just talking about you and she suggested…”
“Brilliant,” he said, interrupting me. “I don’t suppose you’ll be driving?”
I laughed. “You know me well. My car’s at Gatwick, Simone will drive.”
“Fantastic. I’ll let the boys know you two are on your way.”
We had a super afternoon at the pub, catching up with Jon and his mates. Rickie and Ralph were in fine form and had us in fits of laughter with tales of their recent holiday to Africa. Seemed Jon was rather popular with several French girls, which didn’t surprise me. He really is very appealing and easy to get along with. Of course he tried to downplay the story but I know it to be true!
Seeing Jon so comfortable around his mates made me think about my friends and how different they all are. I made a comment to Ralph on how happy Jon appeared.
“Of course he is,” he replied. “You’re here.”
I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled and took a sip of my wine. Jon came over and threw an arm around each of us. “What are you two whispering about?” he asked.
“Just catching up, mate,” Ralph said, patting Jon on the back.
Jon squeezed my shoulder. “McGarr,” he said. “Promise me you’ll come and visit more often and spend time with me, with us,” he said, gesturing to his friends, dotted around the bar. Before I had a chance to respond, Simone appeared and slid her arm around my waist. In slightly slurred speech, she still managed to sound posh when she said, “You really ought to.”
I know, I know, I know.