Brilliantly, unexpectedly went to a gig last night - the amazing Our Lady J
See? I can do going out. And you should too - not only is she incredible, but the choir are amazing In Every Way.
Anyway, afterwards, am talking to one of the choir and I make a tit of myself in at least two ways. One is to suddenly realise that he's going out with a friend of mine and announce this in a tone of startled surprise.
The second awful thing is that we're discussing another stunningly beautiful member of the choir.
"Oh, he's sweet and an idiot." I am told by the singer.
My jaw hangs open excitedly and my head fills with a plan involving tin foil and a string. "He's an idiot!" I bellow gleefully, "How brilliant that he's stupid!"
The singer glares at me. "I didn't say he was an idiot."
"Yes you did."
"No, I said He Was Canadian."
Pleasingly, though, I get home and find there's a trampoline in my flat.