I’ve said before that I have a grudging respect for people with families that embark on affairs. As part of a SITCOM family (Single Income. Three Children. Oppressive Mortgage.), I don’t have the time or energy to keep the Better Half happy, let alone two or more. She’s already aware that when the mid-life crisis hits, I’m going for the impractical sports car rather than the impractical pneumatic blonde.
As well as the full time job, being pushed around by Kids A- C and trying to work out WHY MY FUCKING KITCHEN LIGHTS DON’T WORK PROPERLY (not a euphemism), I’ve embarked on another script while The Agent tries to wring money from production companies for my previous efforts.
Which is a roundabout way of explaining why there hasn’t been a blog post for a few days.
And that I need a drink.
So I’ve had an idea: The Army of Dave Cultural Pilgrimage. The “Where” is easy. The “When” and “Who” less so.
Where? The post box on the corner of Baker Street. London. England. Home of Danger Mouse. And of a few good pubs down the road.
Who? Naturally, you are all cordially invited. It is not limited to ‘Daves’.
When? What do you fancy? Afternoon/evening session? Evening session? Let me know either on the comments or over on Twitter.
Sound good? When we come to a consensus (and I get permission from the Better Half), I shall do the usual Facebook Group and stuff like that.
(For the benefit of clarity – and as the Better Half reads this – I would not embark on an affair as I am deeply in love with said Better Half. She bought me tickets for “Star Wars in Concert”. That’s why she’s the Better Half)
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