A Promise is a Promise

I came early to the bar and I left very late because whe made a toast for J. who leaves the bar for new adventures and also wants to celebrate his birthday with us.

J. is a talented artist and a nice person; it is a pity that he hates Morrissey because of his "views", but bad press combined with social media is a plague.

I sang thrice, and my third song was Bigmouth strikes again. Kudos to D. & B. who kept my song for the gran finale, even if B. does not like The Smiths nor Morrissey.

A guy started singing loud and out of tune, so I do not know how the recording P. has made went well or not. Anyway, at the ending, the guy who sang-a-long said something about throwing a t-shirt. Another time, while I was singing another Smiths' song, another guy lifted his t-shirt, which was funny, but the only one who can lift and throw is shirt is Morrissey.

As I had to wake up I had to postponed my promise, but a Promise is a Promise, my Friend.