Is that not enough

What day is it anyway. The Labor Day holiday just messes with me.
So over the festive weekend, we sent to the less than tasty, Taste of Cleveland event down by the river. The only remarkable thing about this thing is that it's so bad. How much effort the planners and sponsors must put forth to make this experience a miserable and difficult one is remarkable.
But, the reason we went goes beyond the delights of the giant inflatable Road Runner or lots of lite beer. Unfortunately, Squeeze ended up on the fair circuit, so that was the venue that I had to drag Eamon to in order to relive 1981. The show was a finely tuned extravaganza with hits and bits from each of the solo endeavours of Glen Tilbrook and Chris Difford, with rousing sing-a-longs to finish it up. In other words, it's the ultimate metaphor for aging, Mutton dressed up as lamb, me included.