Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh... ANGUS!
I am a very happy little Baba today & Hubs is positively beside himself with glee. Why this joy when I am stricken with the streamiest, snottiest dose in history?? We're going to see AC/DC live in concert - and not in Dublin either... we're off to Milan baby (said in the manner of Eamon Dunphy).
Yes, I know we're all in the middle of a huge depressin' recessin' but there are times when only a bit of metal can lift your spirits. I know the new album Black Ice will arrive in the house on Friday evening and will be listened to incessantly. And, seeing as we glided gracefully around the dancefloor at our wedding to A Whole Lotta Rosie, what else could we do? The Dublin date clashes with our holidays so it makes sense to have a durty weekend away and do a bit of moshin' in Milano.
Now, where's my air guitar???