I promise nothing about Rugby League today.
A piece of interesting news popped into my ears first thing this morning. Cuadrilla, the shale gas extraction (fracking) people have decided to not ask for consent to frack the site closest to my house and it will be returned to the state it was before. The reason given was that they were constrained by the rules concerning overwintering birds in the area. There are still a number of potential sites in this area and it remains to be seen what will happen, the Prime Minister certainly seems keen to turn the area into the "fracking capital of Britain" which sounds very grand.
Today I am being a bit of an old lady as were supposed to be going to a gig this evening but the venue has been changed from a not-as-great-as-everyone-says but decent pub with lovely fruity beer to a city centre nitespot. This does not please me in the slightest. The thought of Friday night in a town centre makes me want to stay in my armchair, have a snooze and save all the faff. I know we're going to end up going because we've bought the tickets but it just seems like it's going to be one of those times where you throw good money after bad in the hope of "making the most of things". I swear if someone throws beer on me I will not be happy.