Disappointment

This weekend I went to Guildford and London, and I heard my niece perform at the Royal Academy of Music where her band won a gold award. My whole family was there, and my mum got all the way to Marylebone and back by herself, and successfully made a call on a mobile phone. However the weekend wasn't without its disappointments:

• The National Concert Band Festival was a complete shambles, and there wasn't enough room for everybody to hear the bands or the adjudications.
• Aberdeen Grammar Concert Band didn't do well enough to enter the competition to perform at the Olympic ceremonies.
• 48 hours spent waiting with bated breath for a reply from the hot chorister whom I've been out with a couple of times.
• I was booked into the wrong hotel, miles from the venue and the rest of my family.
• I wasn't even booked into the wrong hotel.
• Staying in a hotel less salubrious than a prison ship.
• That my room was neither quiet, comfortable, nor dark.
• Breakfast.
• Engineering works between Waterloo and Guildford.
• That the chorister wasn't interested in me after all.

Richard "No, it made me want to drown things" B