What a social butterfly I have been! It was like all the unsociableness (it’s a word damn it!) of the past 3 months where I’ve been holed up in the house all peaked at once over one week.
Wednesday, I dropped off my girl at her first big arena gig without her mama. I won’t lie that I felt bilious as I left her and her pal once I’d ensured they got in OK. Compulsory photo taken outside for Instagram (and for the press in case the shit hit the fan!) Was most relieved to pick them up unscathed.
Thursday, me and the childerbeast went into Sadford to the Alhambra to see the new Addams Family Musical. Second row seats so the youngest offspring could see her hero – Carrie Hope Fletcher as Wednesday. Samantha Womack (Ronnie Mitchell) was Morticia and Les Dennis was Fester. I enjoyed it more than I thought. Particularly liked the song about Death being just around the corner. LOL. Reminded me of someone I know.
Saturday I braved a train strike and went to Manchester to meet up with old raving buddies – one of whom now lives ‘int th’Egypt’, so opportunities to hook up are a rarity. The trains were extra busy – I ended up at one point, rammed so far up against the luggage rack by a man with a bike that I feared I may require the morning after pill! #intimate
The sun was blazing and it seemed to me that everybody over the age of 18 was drinking! So we joined them. Ciders in the sun in Albert Square. Why not? We then moved to Spinningfields for something to eat at Thaikhun. Very nice. Thank you very much Jess for paying. You’re a star! Further drinks en route back to the station and I finally lurched into the house at almost 9pm!
The following day was a long awaited, long-time planned, meet up with (most of) the Crap Posse. Yorkshire Sculpture Park was the venue – because it was cultured and close to all of us – and FREE (if you don’t count the £8 parking charge). My apologies to anyone who may have gone there for a quiet cultured Sunday stroll among the art work and happened across a crowd of loud, uncouth northern lummuxes whose offspring were clambering over the sculptures with scant regard for the PLEASE DO NOT CLIMB signs and making excessively loud fart noises..
Cousin Taddy Fred brought his new toy – a drone – so we had fun buggering about getting these ace pics and he attracted every child under 10 for a 3 mile radius, like a techy pied piper.
Plans were made to meet up again sooner rather than later. All in all an ace weekend.
Next Saturday is another Most Haunted Experience trip to Fort Paull in Hull with my ghostbusting buddy. (If I’m still alive after first full week back at work) At the moment though, drinking the poisoned Kool-Aid seems like a great escape idea!
Providing I don’t succumb, It will be live-streamed on Most Haunted Experience Live on Youtube and Facebook from about 11pm. Check it out. See if you can see us and drop me a text if you can.