What a night it was, and thanks to Marc for making it even better by staying true to form.

To set the scene: Mark, Sally and I went out for dinner, to a Lebanese place just off Shepherd’s Market. On the menu were fried sheep testicles. “We’ll have some of those,” I said, “in order to make this a night to remember…”

Testicles were served with much glee by the waiter, and we all had the mandatory taste and snapped the mandatory photos. Innuendos were proffered.

Knowing Marc’s legendary appetite, we decided to offer him the leftovers when arrived. Proving that ignorance is indeed bliss, Marc happily scarfed enough balls to start a juggling act while complementing the lovely chicken. He seemed blissfully unaware of the fact that Mark, Sally and I were pissing ourselves laughing.

So Marc, thanks for making it a truly memorable evening. I hope it was as good for you as it was for us…