Following on from the last post (in an effort to make it look like I plan the shizzle I post here), there are two events from 2017 which stand out for me, and both involve the same person.
I’m not going to bang on about it again, but in November my old mate Rich and I went to see the Mighty Spurs play – and thrash – the Galacticos of Real Madrid. Seeing Ronaldo look even more pissed off than he must have done when they unveiled that bust of him was glorious.
And back in June – on his (Rich’s, not Ronaldo’s) birthday – we went and relived our youth, watching The Wedding Present perform their iconic “George Best” album, a record over which our friendship was first forged, a long, long time ago.
Both of those nights will live long in the memory, partly because they were great nights, but mostly because I got to share both of them with my old mate of thirty years (and counting).
So, here’s something from that album, one that doesn’t usually get played, but one which I love (but then I love every song on it, so that’s no great accolade…):
Bring on the “Tommy” tour!