Greg Davies
Wednesday 5th March 2025
What started as a simple evening out took a classic detour (literally). We left in glorious blue skies and somehow arrived in Bournemouth shrouded in thick, horror-movie fog — classic UK plot twist.
After a scenic tour of every dead-end near the BIC (can happen if you ignore the sat nav…), we gave up on BrewDog because the wait was longer than the actual show. Five Guys came to the rescue, although it was basically burger-based chaos with a 20-minute food wait and a frantic eating session before legging it to the BIC.
Managed to grab a drink before the warm-up act – who was, generously speaking, lukewarm at best. Barry… something? He tried. We smiled politely.
Then came Greg. Hilarious, sweaty, and very committed to discussing prostates, ageing bodies, and his apparently baggy bum hole. We laughed. A lot.
The real challenge? Not the parking, not the crowds — it was trying to remember where the fog light was in the car we’ve had for *four years* on the drive home through the misty void!
