Today was spent chilling after yesterday's trip out out to see The Raconteurs.
Yesterday's day in retrospective is as follows;
Caught the bus into town to catch the train to L*******l at around 12.30 ish.
The city centre was a site for sore eyes following the previous days full scale riot by factions of Glasgow Rangers 100,000 plus fans.
The place is completely trashed.
Couldn't resist giving a group of Rangers fans a verbal broadside at the train station, much to my wife's dismay.
I won't say what I said, only that I was encouraging them to go home and advised them not to come back.
It also encouraged several other random Mancunians stood around to do the same.
Off the train at Lime Street and a short walk around the side of the station (literally just round the corner) to find the place, for the sake of knowing exactly where it was for later that evening.
When up pulled a coach...out jumped several people, including an unusual looking fella wearing a bowler hat (Jack White) who instantly jumped into a waiting car and disappeared up the road.
A quick chat with Brendan Benson (yeah that's right mother ****ers) and then it was off to sample a few ales in the public hostelries of L*******l, one of which we'd agreed (or rather the wife did) to meet a member of a forum my wife belongs to.
The missus had us queuing outside the venue by 6.30 (it didn't open till 7) and the band weren't due on till 9!
Precious drinking time wasted in my opinion, but what the wife wants...the wife gets. Which in this case was a position right at the front.
The gig? Superb!
I was a bit surprised at Jack White's appearance though.
Think of an even odder looking Willie Wonka.
His facial expressions captivated me...it's all in the eyebrows.