WHAT A FIASCO!
Today we dragged ourselves to Fiasco in Leeds and it was shite. That's what you'd expect me to say, but noooooo This morning I rose at 03:30 with Sheffield and Leeds still well truly in the teeth of Storm Whatever-It-Is-They-Want-Us-To Be-Worried-About-This-Time, stretched out on the sofa with my first cup of fruit tea, and listened as the wind and rain did their worst, to Radio 4 Extra, before showering and selecting a sartorial mix of Joe Browns clothing in soft fabrics, and war Autumnal colours, set off beautifully by a striking orange shemagh (also courtesy of Joe) and finished the whole ensemble with a pair of brilliant red Clark's Wallabees. All very understated for me, but nonetheless I was filling inwardly and indeed externally chipper, which a dash of Aramis behind the ears enhanced very nicely thank you. The Memsahib, who has not been well this week, was, after 12 hours in bed similarly upbeat of mood and up to the considerable challenge of the motorway in w...