Ages ago, in spring sometime, my younger s-i-l B bought tickets to a Michael Bublé concert, as a birthday present for my older s-i-l, H. She got four tickets, because she thought it'd be a fun girls night out, and I happily said yes because hey - girls night out! (No children or husband! That happens like... never!) I wasn't particularly bothered about Mr Bublé (although 'Feeling Good' is one of my alltime favourite songs), and did think that £50 a ticket was RIDICULOUS, but hey - good company and fun would surely be had.
So last night me, H, B and K (younger b-i-l's girlfriend) set off to Sheffield (driven by younger b-i-l, bless him!) and H & B brought a bottle of something pink and bubbly and four glasses, so it was an enjoyable journey.
Anyway, like I said, I didn't really have any expectations... and then it started (this was filmed at the start of his tour, at the same venue we went to):
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So last night me, H, B and K (younger b-i-l's girlfriend) set off to Sheffield (driven by younger b-i-l, bless him!) and H & B brought a bottle of something pink and bubbly and four glasses, so it was an enjoyable journey.
Anyway, like I said, I didn't really have any expectations... and then it started (this was filmed at the start of his tour, at the same venue we went to):
( Read more... )
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