An emergency has arisen. Mrs K has a pair of tickets to see Michael Buble. Despite my gentle hints that she should take a friend and really enjoy a girls night out, she is very keen and insistent that I go with her. I have nearly ran out of time to have a credible alibi.
Now, like all middle-aged cis men I would rather chug a pint of bin-juice than undertake such a painful and tortuous experience.
Creative solutions please. Hit me up.