...so, there I was cycling over to do a rehearsal of diddly-diddly music for Irish Day on Saturday when who should come up behind me but me old mate Josephine from Brighton whose pub I used to play in many years ago in my slim-waistier days.
"Hey, haven't seen you for ages..." "Yeah, right..."
... etc etc
Jo looked down at my midriff, which is a smidgin rotunder than it used to be, and with typical Josephine-terror-of-the-hockey-field directness pointed a spiky index finger and said,
"...and what's this then?" ...prod prod... "...football's comin' home...??"
So nice to see old friends again, innit?