Thanks to a top mate (who'll remain nameless) I've scored 3 tickets for the missis and her pals to see Robbie Williams on Saturday, not only that but in the "VIP Inner-Circle" too, right in front of the stage, so she can go and faint and get all hot and bothered with the rest of the frustrated housewives in the audience.
Hopefully it'll give my brownie-point bank a much needed top-up, it's had a good seeing to of late and looks set for more abuse in the coming weeks.
Had a quiet weekend, visiting some village friends on Sunday afternoon as it was their son's birthday party; he also happens to be Harry's best pal too.
The hot sun and some scrumpy made for a quite chilled afternoon at least until I watched the Leeds-Wolves game on the telly in the evening, which changed my mood somewhat - and in that respect, the Leeds manager Kevin Blackwell can't really have much longer in his position - the energy seems to have gone out of the club. Later that evening Rob came round with the rest of the scrumpy which I finished off with him as well as a Domino's Pizza which turned up...
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