Had a call from my favourite little brother this afternoon. He's got the weekend off and wanted to know if we were doing anything? I said no (which was a lie... well, more of a senior absent-minded moment) and said no. So he's coming to visit. Tomorrow.
What he doesn't know is that on Saturday night he'll be rocking with us down at the Portcullis in Chipping Sodbury - The Torr's next gig. As a Coldplay fan (I like 'em because they're mellow) he's not gonna like the music, but since when was an older brother not allowed to torture his younger siblings? (By the way - for 'mellow', read boring.)
Then he's going to have to suffer the Woolies, Pete and Becky, cos we're going to the Woolies for a roast dinner on Sunday. Still - I'm sure he won't mind. They're a good laugh.
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