I went for the first time a year ago and had a fantastic time.
But today I was stuck inside at sucky work.
I can’t really complain too much though.
I got home on Monday afternoon at 5pm and by 5.30pm we had spontaneously decided to go on a beach holiday for the next couple of days. Fantastic weather. Just sent my boss an email saying I wouldn’t be in.
This, I hope, signals the start of many mini retirements.
Then I got home on Wednesday afternoon and got picked up by a friend to go up north to a concert.
But first we had to sit in traffic for an hour and a half as we crossed town to pick up his ex girlfriend. Then it was an hour and a half drive north. Bloody heck. We got to the Leigh Sawmill Café, which was the venue. We were expecting to get food there before the concert, but they were fully booked. Bloody heck. But we turned on the charm and managed to score a table and some food. Rock.
This is the band I saw.
Yeah. Ukuleles. One of the Flight of The Conchord guys was a member until recently. They do brilliant covers. One of the best was Guns n Roses’ Sweet Child of Mine. A guest ukuleler came on and did an awesome cover of the hiphop song, Gangster’s Paradise.
The opening act was this guy.
Even funnier live. I suspect that one day he will be massif.
The ex girlfriend grabbed the keys to drive home. She stalled the car three times trying to back out of the carpark and nearly twice going up hills. But we got home OK.
Returning to work on Thursday morning was hard …especially seeing as I didn’t get home until 2am. But then… it was Thursday. Week almost over.
And now it’s Friday night. Rock.
The only downer in the week was my boss’ boss’ boss’ boss’ secretary died. The term that’s being used is “passed over”. All very hush-hush and mysterious. Read between the lines.
A shame. And a shock. She was one of the nicest people there. She had been the general manager’s PA for 22 years. I don’t know how he’s gonna cope without her.
Actually, that was a pretty big downer.
Your last leaving card.
and I can read between lies
and their hesitation and their eyes and their stumbling silence
needs no further explanation as to why
and how they found you on Sunday night.
And I stood there striving to think of quiet thoughts to write
And it was so much harder than trying to find
The usual inspired leaving card line
And then I realised
