So, did you have a good International Women’s Day? Sadly, it hasn’t quite reached up North yet, despite Manchester’s bizarre attempt to get on the news by rebranding as “Womenchester” for the day…I note that Mansfield didn’t bother though.
In any case, I must admit that I can’t actually remember too much about it as I was still recovering from National Absinthe Day.
That’s right, as the blurb goes, “celebrated by artists for centuries, absinthe has long been the drink of choice for the creative type; also known as The Green Goddess, The Green Lady or The Green Fairy, the drink used to be a favourite among artists and writers due to it supposedly helping their creative flow”.
As you can probably tell, it didn’t help mine and no sooner had I recovered than I was straight into National White Chocolate Cheesecake Day, National Oreo Cookie Day, National Meatball Day, National Cereal Day, National Crown of Roast Pork Day, and National Peanut Cluster Day.
And now I need a National Don’t Stuff Your Face Or You Won’t Get Into Any Of Your Wardrobe Day as I must at least attempt to get in shape for my hot dates. And things are certainly beginning to look promising on that front.
Like Busty, I do like the gee-gees and with the Cheltenham Festival looming large, I have arranged to meet all three – the Mouth from the South, the Blessed from the West and the Horse from the North – on separate days down in Gloucestershire next week.
Thing is, even though I have been studying their form to see who is likely to go the distance, I still can’t quite make up my mind who is the odds-on favourite. But with all three claiming they are going to spoil me rotten, at least I won’t have to try to blag my way into the Blue Sheep tent this year – unlike a few others I could mention who have been texting Iain Lovatt almost hourly.
Still, if it all goes tits up, Easter is just around the corner and that only means one thing, bring on Golden Boy…
