I broke my vow of a teetotal week over a few Stellas and the England Spain match with the profit burglar at GJs after work last night.
GJ's has a comedy night called "Roar with Laughter" every other Thursday, and I was astonished to see that Frank Skinner is playing a low key gig there tonight, warming up for a national tour. I'm amazed at the acts they get. Harry Hill is headlining again later this year. The management must have great connections.
I can't get go along tonight as the New Ninja Bomber will be with me. Mind you, for a six year old, he is developing a dry and idiosyncratic sense of humour.
He has group guitar tuition school on Fridays. Last week when I asked him about his lesson he announced, "a girl in my class talks to her guitar".
"Really", I said, "does it answer back?"
"No" he replied. "I think it might be deaf".