Hot off the press: (or is it?)
Mike B! Mike to the B. Here! Can I actually just faint from the sheer
possibility of hearing 'Time, Love & Tenderness' in the flesh?
I've emailed my mates, and promised them a free ticket. (Who's coming with me? Who's coming with me?) They're not exactly gagging on the bit, but I will make a plan.
Bribery and corruption. Perhaps if I go bungee jumping with the new squeeze (my ultimate pet fear, his favourite past time - is he a couple of pretzels short of snack basket?), he'll oblige. Just best he smiles during the knee-buckling performance of 'How Can We Be Lovers When We Can't Be Friends."
Replies from mates include:
E2: oh dear... think im busy that night... in fact im busy every night Michael Bolton is in town...soooo sorry!
Third Roommate: No way in hell. I'd rather have my toenails removed with a blowtorch.
C: I'll do it for a mate. (I love you Poen.)
Third World Ant: Oh ok. But just don't tell anyone. (Whoops, sorry dollface!)
C4: Yeah...also busy..but maybe my mum would like to go with you?