The Police

We spent last night in GM Place, dying of heat but not caring. Because we had tickets to see The Police. I'm not entirely sure how he did it, but Alex managed to get four tickets to concert for us and his brother Steve and his girlfriend Jane. The concert was great. We were up behind the stage, looking right down into Stewart Copeland's drums and gong.

My ears are still ringing, the concert is still playing in my head, I have a second-hand-pot-hangover, but it's all good! And it's a good thing my boss is away because I can barely hear and don't think I'll be very productive today!