October 5, 2008
Just been clearing out my phone memory, and came across these...
So, Friday night just gone, with the Redleader family, I saw OMD live in Liverpool. For the younger among you, that does not mean studying a VD culture in a Petri dish, but seeing an actual band playing actual music with no baggy trousers, no swearing, and no shootings. I went mad at the £3.50 a time Jelly Bean stand. The gig was bloody good, too.
If you look closely, you can see me and Redleader leading a robotic conga.
The proof of the pudding is in the eating, they say. We started on this last night. Trust me when I say the burden of proof is satisfied (although others were not so impressed. That's called being "spoiled", I say).
The nephew, who is shortly, terrifyingly, going to be a whole one year old, enjoying a bath.
Some people covet personalised number plates. Paddy, I suggest, would covet this house nameplate, however, happened upon during a stroll to the Co-Op in these leafier of Wirral parts.
And finally, an enduring mystery: Did Mark Speight really pass on, or was he - a few months ago, admittedly - actually giving it large in the "beer garden" of the shudering hateful Punch Bowl in Hoylake?
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Last one - I wish!