Whistling down the wind

After rugby and lunch with the ladies (Chaff and Mum); Ma and I got a taste of the West End tonight. To say we 'scored tickets' to a show would be an afront to even the most corrupt of ticket sellers. We scooted in the 'stage door' courtesy of Mike, the second male lead. A bottle of booze crossed the palm of 'the sound guy' - and we were in.

The Palace Theatre was great. The show, solid, not mind blowing - but very enjoyable. Ma liked it and we had a beer with Mike afterwards, all very civil and nice.

Time with my Chaff to blog about tomorrow. How me and this girl have not got it together by now is a constant niggle and mystery - but all time spent with her is a pleasure.

More QT with Chaff and Ma tomoza.