Roaaar!

A short spell of child-minding with small boy while his mother cycled off to get her fringe attended to. I had no idea that was a thing.


Then off up town to meet Red Ron at the Filmhouse and hear his news. Yes, he’ll still be attending the Unison pensioners conference this autumn, down in Brighton. There’ll be some bad behaviour and contentious motions there, I have no doubt. That’s 86 year olds for you.
Then over to the Traverse to see Rift: “Direct from its sell-out North American premiere.” And it’s pretty darn (US slang) good I’ve got to say – the incarcerated brother was just captivatingly good in everything he did. Couldn’t take my eyes off him. One hour twenty of high intensity theatre. That’s knackering. Home to relax before heading out to meet da boys. I’ve been gathering the dosh for Rog’s 70th – no bottle of spirits for him, and I’ve managed to up the amount from the usual tenner each to fifteen quid. I may have an interest in this as the next big one (we only do significant birthdays) after his will be mine. Gulp.