12th July, 2009 - Steak Dinners and Vomit

I have just had a nice steak dinner with the wife. There is nothing like red meat and just enough Pinot Noir, to make you glad that you are safe in the warm and blanketed jail of matrimony. I am glad I am no longer on the dating scene.

My mate, The Advocate, once went on a date to a Cramps concert. It did not go well. He drank too much warm lager in the bar at The Barras. And he pogoed a bit too much. And then he was sick.

All over his date.