Chicago

Last night we went to the musical Chicago. On the stage were very attractive and scantily clad young(ish) women singing and dancing raunchy numbers with, I am assured by my wife Rosie, equally attractive men - this was prohibition era Chicago, after all. You know what happened to me that must be the ultimate embarrassment? I am sure you can guess, because it so often happens in semi-darkened rooms and most particularly in bed.... I yawned. Yes, I yawned and my eyelids started to close. I am still trying to recover from the embarrassment!

The musical Chicago is actually anything but soporific. Once I had awakened myself from my near slumber, I concentrated on the show and enjoyed it. Afterwards wife and daughter loitered around the stage door for autographs whilst I went for milk at Tesco. Well, someone has to do these mundane chores, don't they?