Most of the reason I don't go despite being gainlessly unemployed is (a) lack of people to go with to keep me dancing instead of sulking in a corner, and (b) the fact that M wakes up if I so much as turn over in the next room, let alone stagger in at 2am and trip over the phone cable in the dark. The poor sod has a fatigue problem to start with, and he's the one who has to get up to go to work and pay our mortgage the next day.

Yeah, also, can't afford the beer or indeed drink much of it either.

I am thinking of making MAS a regular fixture in our club life though - it's actually on a damn Friday for a change...