I went to see Girls Aloud in concert on Wednesday, joining approximately three other guys in a sea of about four million screaming females. It seemed as though the only males there were either horny teenagers or dirty old men... or in my case, husbands along for the ride.
And quite a ride it was.
If this writing lark doesn't work out I want a job as one of the Girls Aloud dancers. Pay me minimum wage, I don't care... in fact, I don't even want money.
Wait... maybe I am a dirty old man after all.