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So I belted out of London last night and ended up in "The NoBody Inn" in Devon with my mother, brother and sister-in-law for a really lovely evening to celebrate the life of my father on his birthday. I love this pub and more importantly my father used to love this pub. It's a 17th Century inn - all low ceilings and blackened beam - a proper pub:- With over 250 wines to choose and 240 whiskies:- Apparently, at least four times a day when staff answer the phone to take bookings they get the following: "Hello, Nobody Inn, can I help you" "well if nobody's in then how can you be talking to me?" Excellent food. The restaurant isn't open on Sundays, but the bar area, which we still booked was fantastic and you can also stay the night there. My mother was complaining she hadn't had her sign from my father - our white feather sign that day. I'd had mine, it floated right past my face just as I left London. My brother had had his. Then, once back at my mother's, my son sent me a message. This is the son that has gone inter-railing and so apart from a very brief text to say he'd arrived in Amsterdam, followed by an equally brief text to say that all his clothes had been ruined owing to shampoo explosion, I wasn't particularly expecting to hear from him for a while. He certainly wouldn't have remembered that it was my father's birthday. At midnight, he sent:- OMG, in a club in Berlin and they're playing "Pata Pata" - can't believe it - it's his song! He's here with me!". Weird. A club in Berlin, playing Miriam Makeba's music? How unexpected. How cool.
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