Saw Roachford tonight.
Proper old skool.
I bought the tickets in early 2019 – no less than 6 postponements later – and I saw them.
I was quite young when I bought the tickets. All the men in the crowd were bald. I’m sure lots probably had hair when they bought the tickets.

Anyway – me n my homie Neal aren’t bald – nowhere near it. I still very much have to ask the barber to use those thinning scissors- cos my hair is too thick. Possibly that’s because my hair parallels my brain.

I was hungover when I got to the gig – blimey I’ve got another one tomorrow.

There’s a chance I may just drop dead tbh.

I went to a Bee Gees tribute band night tonight.
Bloody funny to be honest!!

Thanks to Nicola for coming with me…

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I was in Kew the other day.
A lady walked up to me and said ‘ that’s a really cool Wheelchair’

I explained it was a wheelchair with an attachment on the front, which made it into a vehicle, that was actually quite fast!

She asked why I was in a chair etc and I told her.

She said ‘ do people stop you and comment on your chair?’

I said yes, especially teenagers and blokes in their 20’s, who always tell me it’s sick.

I said I get filmed quite a lot by people in cars as well. Filmed in general quite a lot, because I go so fast.

Then she said ‘ yes, I’ve filmed you myself’
I said ‘ have you?! ‘

She said ‘ yes. I sent the video to my mum. She said ‘ what the hell is that ?’ .. I said it’s this guy who speeds around in this crazy wheelchair ‘.

She said ‘ a video of you is bound to go viral at some point!’

Mmmm well I don’t mind… unless the Feds then come knocking! 😂

Kerry and I went to see The Carpenters Story in Richmond Theatre last night.

Because of it, I managed to miss Wales dispatching Ukraine from the World Cup. Now obviously everyone else in the world wanted Ukraine to win. Well they need a bit of morale boosting for sure.
But not at the expense of the Welsh !!
I’d be happy to see England step down and offer their place to Ukraine… but cmon, no way the Welsh should have to do that.

Anyway, I missed it, but saw The Carpenters Story.
I was expecting to see an enactment of the band formation, their global success, and then ultimately Karen sadly dying at 32, as a complication of anorexia.

We didn’t get that tho. Instead it was essentially a tribute band with a bit of background video footage.
And there was no way the lady singing was suffering from anorexia either. She looked more like she might have eaten Karen Carpenter. .. 😳

I’m concerned about Kerry. She’s online dating, and I think she may be about to fall for a Tinder Swindler type character.
Now I’ve watched the ( hilarious ) romance scam morning TV programs. Suave, athletic, Clooney’esque guy living abroad has telephone’ love affair’ with large ( I mean ‘ cuddly’ ) , granny looking, cat loving lady in Slough, who is then persuaded to hand over ever increasing amounts of cash, apparently to ‘ get a document released from customs / pay for an emergency medical procedure/ provide temporary funds after a mugging etc etc ‘

Kerry’s ‘ fella ‘ lives in Marseille, is selling his business, having a beautiful house built, has to come to London soon to ‘ sign documents’ at a solicitors. … mmmm ok then!
I’ve signed lots of stuff of late, from lawyers. They were all based about 5 miles away, yet I did all the signing remotely, using tech/ apps like Docusign to do it.
Now this fella is apparently having to catch planes to travel to a different country to sign his forms. Mmmmm. Just can’t see it. Obvs I’ve told K, and am finding it all very amusing, but she’s convinced she’ll be the next Mrs Brad Pitt soon, instead.
She’s too tight to loan anyone any money, so his dastardly plan isn’t going to work out for him, but I’m watching with interest!

I had planned to get a train to Oxford on Sunday, to see Lily, but the forecast said torrential rain… so I didn’t go.
Doh – it didn’t rain at all til about 10pm !
2022 forecasts aren’t that much better than the old ones used to be!

I had a date yesterday. I was a bit the worse for wear after Friday night… when I just felt like a drink ( after not drinking anything for about 10 days – well except for a dodgy white wine at the O2 ) … anyway, because I eat so little, alcohol definitely affects me more.. so less wine gets me more pi***ed.

Anyway… she was French. I do actually like the French. I can speak it reasonably well.. enough to get by, in any case.

We went to The Shard – same formula – at least the view is good, even if the date isn’t! But actually it was a really fun day. Quite early on I said ( after saying a word that I knew was the same in Frenchie language ) ‘ do the French have a word for ****** ? ‘ As she didn’t seem to get the joke, I kept doing it, purely to make myself laugh.

Like ‘ nice to have our first rendezvous in the Shard, isn’t it ? Do the french have a word for ‘ rendezvous’ ? ‘
It’s the same word, she said.

Oh ok, I said.

After a bit … I should have bought you flowers. A bouquet.
Do the french have a word for ‘ bouquet’ ?

It’s the same word, she said.

Oh ok, I said.

And blah blah blah is an entrepreneur.
Do the french have a word for ‘ entrepreneur ‘ ?

It’s the same word, she said.
Oh ok, I said.

And ..
You should keep the ticket as a souvenir of our date.
Do the french have a word for ‘ souvenir’ ?

It’s the same word, she said.
Oh ok, I said.

Obviously I dropped in ‘ I ope you find app – e – nis ‘ quite regularly. 🤦‍♂️😂

The daft things I do, just to entertain myself!
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Saw Alan Partridge at the O2 tonight.
Have to say, it was funny!

Thanks to Marky P for being my Carer!

It’s a hard job chasing me through the crowds as I try to mow them down, to be fair.

In the ‘ special’ area I was in, none other than wee Warwick Davies and his wee wife and two wee kids were all on my left.
Mrs wee Davies goes around on a weeny mobility scooter, and wee Warwick and his wee daughter use titsy Segway type things. The wee son walks.

They really are all very short, that’s for sure.

It would have just been untenable for me to bother them by asking for tiny autographs.

Thank god Kerry wasn’t there to dance / sidle up to them. One slip and she might have crushed the whole family.