I was supposed to be off tomorrow and watching Ireland beat the crap out of England at Croke Park (I'm half Irish, not a turncoat). A truly historic event.
But then Matthew comes along and grumbles something about Man Utd playing at Craven Cottage tomorrow.
Well I can't really stand between a season ticket holder and his team getting whupped by northern boys, can I?
But now I find out that the oscars are on sky movies on sunday night, through the night and as I now don't have to work on monday I can stay up all night and watch it because I'm a grown up and can do that sort of thing.
Ah, everything really is for the best in really the best of all possible worlds...