Old Married Man.

Yesterday I was asked (at the last minute) to the 'Private Eye' supper in the Coach and Horses. I was also asked backstage at Bon Jovi's O2 gig to help sell an extremely rare and vintage guitar to Richie Sambora (whom I've never met).

So obviously I went home to spend the evening with Madame.

Given that I no longer dare to eat the peach, as it were, I feel I should be more discontented with my lot than I am.