Just got in from anotehr evening out. I went out for dinner with my mate, who bought me the Spurs ticket which is now only valid for Thursday 10th May. And I had a decision to make, and, when he eventually brought up the subject I told him that I had decided to............ go with him and his sons to the match. When I told himw that his little eyes lit up and he said "That's great news. Thank you" Good mates are hard to come by and we will enjoy it regardless. Plus an evening match is a new experience, and I am all for new experiences this year. I know that it means I will miss the last lesson in this series of dance classes, but (on the bright side) it does give me an extra reason to book up for the next series.

But right now I am stuffed with lamb and banoffee pie, and a little bit tiddly on lager, wine and whiskey.

So does anyone wnt to dance?

After seeing Prydwen's latest funny offering about the chocolate Pope made me wonder if there is a market for religious confectionery.
Perhaps there could be a milk tray of the twelve disciples. My favourite being the Judas Iscaramel
OR maybe you can buy some Dalai Larsbars
And there's the very catholic Papal Fruits- made to make your mouth holy!
Or if you were truly religious you could buy the Ten CommandMints

Hmm, I think I may go on Dragon's Den with this idea.

PS: If the Pope had got Easter Eggs, would his Cardinals have said "Here's your Eggs, Benedict"

Well last night I went to the dance class. I started off doing the beginners class again (because I enjoyed it) which is follwed by the intermediate class.
And goes who turned up....... MEN! Yes for some reason this set of classes had a 50/50 split of men and women- which made a change from the last lot.
And they were a complete set of new faces... except for one very familiar leapord skinned, fake tanned and false nailed individual. Oh yes! The tiger lady was back!
The beginners class went smoothly, and even though I knew the moves, I still picked up a few tips just from incidental comments, like how to hold hands and stand properly- so it was worth while.
Before the intermediate class there was opportunity for some freestyle dancing. I normally sit ou of this because I am quite shy about asking strangers to dance, but guess who wasn't shy... Yes, the tiger lady! Now I felt so unsure, as she took my hand and she led me to the dance floor (no wait. that's careless whisper). But she was impressed by the moves I remembered. There, I knew she was after me for my mind!
Then the intermediate class started- and man was that totally different to the beginners. It was high impact and intense! It was about learning a set- lots of twists and turns and throwing women this way and that way with arms fliying all over the place, which did lead to some embarrassing moments when my hands accidentally hit a few boobs! (it was accidental honest!) I think at some point we hit the wall (not in the 'London Marathon' way, but actually because we were too close to the wall). And even though we were still passing our partners on, there was one person I seemed to end up with a lot.... yes. The Tiger lady. And now she was beginning to irritate me. Because at one point when the instructor was trying to decide what moves to put together, tiger lady decided to use the inactive moment to moan and whinge about the style of teaching. And man did she bitch the poor guy. And to be honest I totally switched off, because I am not interested in bitching, I was there to learn and enjoy. I wanted to find the volume switch on her and turn it off. So I did the only thing I could do, started nodding and saying 'yes' at the appropriate moments but totally ignored what she was moaning about. Silly Cah!
But I totally enjoyed the class even though it was intense. I was told I did well, which is always nice to hear. I was even told that I might be good enough to join the 'team'. Woohoo!
Maybe I'll go again next week.