So, it's the weekend and I'm off for a Birthday drink with some friends.
A couple of chaps are coming down from Paderborn. We'll do some rehearsing, (we're covering some Tenacious D songs at a mate's wedding) and then it's off down town to meet up with some peeps.
I love it when it's my birthday.

Right, gotta clean the house out for their arrival.
The kids are all packed away with friends, (respectable friends, not drinking friends. There is a difference.) and my woman is in a good mood; what could possibly go wrong?
(famous last words...)

Tara, catch yer when I'm over the hangover.
Reg :-)