Almost cultured

This past weekend, it was the something-somethingth birthday of me mammy. So to celebrate my siblings, my wife and I took her along to a nice meal and a nice play.

The meal was very nice, although my enjoyment was tempered by the fact that it was in the same establishment as was my stag do meal, and I was a little worried that they might recognise me and ask me to leave. But they didn’t, so that was OK.

The play was very good indeed. “Yes, Prime Minister,” updated to reflect the more modern nature of things. Blackberries, spin doctors, paedophilia, coalition agreements and Irish bailouts all got a quick mention. If you happen to be in London before the run ends (in January, I believe), I heartedly recommend it.

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