Party Animal.

            I’m a fifty-one year-old parish priest, with two primary school age children, and I like an early night. If you ever hear me talk about clubbing, I’ll be referring disapprovingly to a cricket shot which is more notable for its aggressive intent than it’s graceful technique. In short, I’m nobody’s idea of a party animal.

            All that said… even I’m beginning to get a bit stir crazy about the fact that the only place to go at nine o’clock on a Friday night is Asda.