When Sam couldn’t make the Queen and Adam Lambert concert at the Manchester Arena (yes, the same venue where the terrorist bomb went off after the Arianna Grande concert) due to his ongoing gammy foot, our eldest son Leon jumped at the chance of taking the spare ticket. So it was that on Saturday mid-day I heard the familiar beep beep outside in the garden signalling Leon’s arrival. Leon was his usual upbeat self, booming out to all the neighbours as he got out of his car.
“Manchestaaaar! Ay ay! Mad fer it!”
You can’t do anything but laugh when he’s about. We made good time up the M6, and we were eating dinner in the ‘Brewer’s Droop’ (Leon’s name for the ‘Brewer’s Fayre’ restaurant) in Sale by 5pm. Then it was off to the arena for an airport-type search and scan of our shoes, our bags and ourselves in…
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