Thanks to me and Paula’s Mac Attack on the way to the show on Saturday, we just missed getting in, although we have apparently got guaranteed tickets to a live show in the summer. Didn’t matter anyway as we had a fab time in Covent Garden watching all the entertainment. Paula phoned a comedy club nearby and reserved us a table. When we got there, there were only five people in the audience – the compere was waaay embarrassed, and said it had never happened before yada yada yada! Anyway, Mike the Compere (who seemed to have a bigger head than Jeremy Clarkson), a comedian called Diz and Dave the Birthday Boy ended up taking us to another comedy club which was pretty good – probably the bucket loads of alcohol helped! I think we missed the last train home (it’s all a bit hazy from this point) so managed to get to Sidcup, where Paula held the bus to Orpington (I don’t do running!), then held another bus at Orpington Station while I went to the loo. Yay for Paula! Got back to hers and had cheese on toast (again – seems to be becoming a habit after our nights out). She said she had a mega hangover the next day but, ha ha, I felt absolutely fine.