Murder on the Dance Floor.

I don’t know if many of you remember what the blog was like when I started all those years ago, hell even I struggle from time to time (but that could be my early onset dementia). Well it used to be about social interactions, when we actually got them, they were a damn site more frequent then they are now, and it was all in code, so I didn’t offend anybody, well kind of, well guess what me and the wife did last night, yes we went out for the second time in three years, I know us, we are just mental, anyway as always I digress, lets start at the beginning shall we?

The past week had been pretty mental at work, long days a lot of mileage on my knees, the wife wasn’t exactly in the best place, so I thought I had better lay some cunning plans into operation, its time to book a holiday, and no I wasn’t going to tell her! What could possibly go wrong? We had the Hurricane staying with us, simply trying to lighten the load for him and his family as he can be a bit of a handful, medication helps, from time to time but he still has “moments” I don’t think he’s a bad kid but I think him and the family need more support than they actually get, we do as much as we can, but I can see the wife was sinking with the weight of the world on her shoulders, we had to manoeuvre through the week, we did thankfully manage and then the weekend arrived and it was time for the Hurricane to go home and for us to try and live that thing called LIFE!

Saturday once we were alone we got ready and headed to the place that shall not be named, just as we were about to leave home, I found out a friend, and mentor had passed through throat cancer, I definitely was going to book something nothing was stopping us now, we drove down in silence and had a hit list of what was intended, with only a few curve balls thrown in, one was again seeing an ex work mate, who I enjoyed his company, similar sense of humour, with a couldn’t give a shit attitude and in reality an all round good person, we hadn’t seen each other in three years and a lot of water had flowed under that bridge, it was so good to see him and it did indeed brighten the day, a detour to Primarni got the melting of the credit card under way (just slightly), then to pick up some stuff ordered and delivered at the shops, the knees took another battering but I enjoyed the time alone with my other half, and we didn’t fall out once!

Holiday booked ( all will be revealed  later) the Mrs seemed a little bit happier we headed to Gimpsville but I wanted something at Matalani (we shop in all the top end shops) I wanted some socks and they do some that are good for diabetics a loose fit, two packs bought and it came to a grand total of £196.00, ok so I bought two brand new suitcases some t-shirts and some shirts and a blanket for the fur baby, everybody gets something when I splurge and yes the wife got some socks as well!

Home for some food, a bath and then to primp myself as tonight me and the wife were going to be hitting the town and hitting  it hard (well maybe a bit mild) a state of confusion occurred when the wife didn’t understand English, when I asked her to put the food on, ooops nearly was a gunboat incident but it was smoothed over until 5 minutes before going out, as the wife decided she was way to hot (well I think she is) and needed to change her full ensemble, Thankfully she was like a women possessed and we only left the house 6 minutes later than planned and we arrived in sunny South Shields only three minutes later than we thought we might get there, our partner in crime (see I’m still talking in code) picked up we went on a sight seeing trip as the ladies nattered instead of listening to the sat nav, it all worked out as we parked directly outside the bar! So what was the occasion of our second night out in the three years, actually it was the same reason as the first night out, if you remember a friend had joined a band doing 80’s electronica pop music and we went to support his first tentative steps in the world of being in a band, he was good if a little shy, we were sure we needn’t of worried, however there was the small matter of getting into the bar as the wife thought she was a rock star and I had to go back and change her glasses (sunglasses in doors I think not) oh how we laughed, ok it was only but I did laugh!

There was minor detail that I hadn’t been made aware of and that there was a fire eater on as a support act (WT Actual F) I was a little concerned (me with my reputation) and would love to have seen a fire risk assessment, the amount of Paraffin left on the floor after the act, was more of a slip hazard for the rest of the evening and I’m not really sure what the “fun” value was, what was funny as he left for his next gig he nearly broke his neck on the slippery dance floor but recovered like a true professional, the opening act out of the way, it  was the time for 80’s option (with a still slippery dance floor) and what a difference, they were good before but now they blow you away, a few more gigs under their belt does for you, the kinks ironed out, and what a set they delivered, flashing lights dry ice and me singing along ( cough splutter) to every single track, a swift intermission and then back for the second act now to be truthful we overstayed our welcome (because I wanted to see a certain song) its not my type of music, although they did play hit after hit and didn't dislike any of the tunes played! Yes I do know the singer (what a handsome chap), but they really are a class act and I would recommend anybody to go out and see them if they play near you, remember that name 80’s Option.

A quiet drive home more cunning plans, a late night maccy d’s , some cuddling of the fur baby, but I suffered with eating something so big late at night, this morning i was lethargic to say the least, so the chores I wanted to complete I didn’t, I tinkered, but never gave it my full attention, we went shopping (for food) this afternoon and I have discovered a million things that I should have done but spent the weekend melting my credit card! so an old style blog we loved it, felt a little guilty but had a fab timed with fab people (we must try and do it again but sooner than the last time) this one has typed itself, it was glorious to see so many people (not me) up on the dance floor, a grand evening, and something everybody should do sooner rather than later! Yes the name game is in play and more cunning plans will be revealed in the days to come, now I’m off to do the million things I should have done all weekend, there definitely should be a day between Saturday and Sunday! So until the next thrilling episode of “Walks With Broken Hoop” stay safe stay alive and TOODLES!