Getting Wood

So. At the weekend I went to see Acorn Antiques the Musical at theLowry theatre in Salford. It shouldn't be a surprise to anybody that it was absolutely freakin' hilarious, from the opening Chicago piss take to Mrs Overall rising at the top of the stairs resplendant in gold pinny, to the Fatkins diet jokes (I've got no emotions 'cause I don't eat carbs) to, oh everything really (they were even selling coconut macaroons in the lobby). If you get a chance to see it on tour please do. You won't regret it, even if none of the original cast are in it. Best bit was the interval though. I had just finished looking through my programme and was resting it on my lap when a lady sat a couple of seats away from me tapped me on the arm and said that if I wanted it autographed, Victoria Wood was stood in the doorway. And lo and behold she was. And I did. I now have a small pink programme that looks like a two year old has scribbled on it. At least *I* know its her anyway.

That evening was our works Xmas do at the tres swanky new Hilton Hotel in the Beetham Tower in Manchester. Disappointingly the function room was on the first floor and had no windows so we were denied the spectacular view we were expecting. We did manage to get into the Sky Bar later on though which is on the 23rd floor and has an absolutely breathtaking view over Manchester. Its also where I chose to come out to my boss J. Bless her heart she was completely unfazed. Not that I was expecting her to be anything other than utterly lovely about it but sometimes old insecurities win out... I've only known her 10 months or so but I feel we're becoming really good friends and she's always struck me as being very cool and sweet and open minded. As indeed she is. And drop dead gorgeous but we won't go into that. ;)