East of Croydon and why I never give advice

So Young Friend and I went to see Sue Perkins live at the Grand Theatre last night only to discover that we got a FREE copy of Sue's book, East of Croydon, and hardback at that! Got to be a good deal.

The show was good but not brilliant. The first half was better but after the interval she opened it to questions from the audience and they weren't very good. She was still witty and able to produce snappy answers, which is a talent in itself, but a proper stand-up show would have been better.

In the first half Sue brought on her partner - who came on carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses as it was their anniversary - and they did a sort of interviewer/interviewee thing. At one point her partner described the time recently when Sue's mother had shown up when she, Anne, was alone in the house. While Anne was making a pot of tea Sue's mum asked if she could ask her a question.
'I was watching Susan on a panel show recently,' she very well-spokenly said, 'and she used the word minge.'
Anne stopped mid-pour.
Sue's mum continued, 'Could you tell me what that means?'

The audience was in hysterics while I was thinking, 'Must ask YF what minge means.' Fortunately all was revealed.*

During the interval we discovered our almost matching boots.

Mine are the sparklier ones obviously. Explained about my post-watershed obsession with sparkles, the watershed being the realisation that I am now old. 

YF told me about one of her friendship group who had become smitten with her and I told her about my experience in university when a man became smitten with me. A late starter I was immature and inexperienced in relationships so I behaved badly. (That's my excuse anyway.) I wasn't at all interested in him so I just avoided him at all costs. 

I haven't told you the worst bit yet: he was a mature student and I was the first women he'd taken an interest in since his wife had died. I cringe thinking about it even now. By the way, she must have died young because he was only a couple of years older than us. He wasn't an old crock but a perfectly pleasant man. Just not my sort. 

I was leading Zac's on Tuesday and we came to a bit about what to do when the leadership burden becomes too heavy. I said when I led womens' bible study and it became too much of a burden I gave up.

And these are the reasons why I should never give advice. 

* Lady bits.