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I am currently at home watching my best laid plans slide slowly down the drain. My daughter’s enthusiastic embrace of the current sickness bug going around means that, at this rate, my odds of making the Norman Jay party on Saturday at Clayton’s Marlow aren’t great. Yeah, strike up the violins, pass me the tissues, pour me a large vodka. I’m mid-tragedy here!
It’s possible, therefore, that I won’t have the pleasure of watching David Whittingham and his three friends get into the gig for free and then knock back two bottles of free champagne courtesy of my lovely Norman Jay competition.
David, send me a photo of the night – I promise not to rip it up in anger and self pity – and make sure you get those lovely Clayton boys to introduce you to Norman.