The weekend to end all weekends...
My oh my. OK, so if you know me well, you'll know that this is my dream job. It seems to be getting more bizarre by the day. It all started on Friday night when I got to drive to the Belgian Grand Prix with Comedy Dave in some very fast cars. Dave, it turns out, has a racing licence and is a very good driver. What followed was a weekend of cars/lads/beer/cars/cars. Perfect. That would have been enough for anyone. WHAT a weekend.
Massive clang but I met the legendary Michael Schumacher. What a guy.
The boys - Nihal, Comedy Dave, Shumi, me, and a man with a funny face:
However, ages ago - I'd planned to take my mum, dad and sister to Paris to go and see Coldplay at the Stade de France (Stadium of France). And amazingly, Belgium isn't all that far from Paris so it worked out perfectly! Went up the Arc de Triomphe, bought a mini Eiffel Tower and watched the boys.
Here's the clan. A very happy bunch of smilers.
Arty shot of the set list. If you get one before the gig it becomes a running order that you can follow. Can't work out if it ruins it or not.