I took the New Ninja Bomber to the Peacock Theatre for the matinee performance of Jump yesterday afternoon, because I thought we would need a laugh before a rugby game in which a win by England would condemn Wales to a whitewashed, played 5 - won 0, wooden spoon.
The show is absolutely brilliant, if you only see one Korean martial art/gymnastic/slapstick/sitcom hybrid this year make sure this is the one.
General: What is best in life?
Conan: To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.
Even better, when we got home for the rugby we found that the men in red, failing to realise that they were merely cannon fodder, were busily putting England to the sword.
I've dropped my six year old back for Mothering Sunday today, but as for yesterday:
Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun
Just a perfect day
You make me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone good
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
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