My three lettered one, bless 'er, has bought the tickets for Pink. I asked her to take care of this onerous task in the hope that we would miss out. But she proved me wrong and I am Pink bound.
Even better she has bought tickets on the dance floor.... so that, in her words......"We can have a dance".
I am sure you can feel the dread that is running through my veins from wherever you are.
Maybe I should look at this as a social experiment, seeing how the other half--those that may wear a Motorhead shirt but have never listened to Lemmy--entertain themselves. I am hoping that there will be a few other blokes there who are also chaperoning their beloved ones to have a beer with.
I will keep you informed.
