I've just arrived home from a pub lunch (generic pub food from Brakes not home cooked stuff). I had a great time with the girls, we met up at 2 and finally looked at the clock at 6.30 and realised we had to get home for the football. S & T decided to nip to the loo so I said I'd wait out by the car. When they came out they had a bemused look on their faces. "Whats happened then?" Little did I know how interesting it would be. There were three strange people behind us and they hadn't spoken apart from working out what they were having to drink. When the girls came downstairs the son, who was about 40, was unscrewing the lightbulbs down the wall that was next to our tables. Why? Who knows!!