Vanessa and I are off to see The Pogues tonight and, needless to say, I'm very excited about it.
I first saw this gather-up of brilliance more than 18 years ago during my university freshers' week.
They were magnificent and the fun was mighty. However, not long after that gig, the other members decided to throw legendary frontman Shane MacGowan out of the band for drinking too much.
Talk about missing the point - it was like the Church of England sacking the Archbishop of Canterbury for being too Holy.
Shane went on to set up his own group, The Popes (do you see what he did there?) and released two successful albums whilst the remaining members of The Pogues crashed and burned.
Thankfully, the band - with Shane back in harness - reformed for a Christmas tour in 2001 and this has since become an annual event.
Vanessa and I have seen them every year apart from 2007 when we missed their Manchester gig to attend my sister's 40th birthday party (hopefully Shane understood).
Tonight they're playing the new Leeds Academy which guarantees a much shorter stagger home than normal. Can't wait.
By the way, just a little footnote on Shane MacGowan. Many people have labelled him a talentless drunk. I would beg to differ.
Yes, he may drink a few more than the recommended 21 units in an average week, but talentless? Read the words of his song Lullaby of London below and then make your own mind up:
Lullaby Of London by Shane MacGowan (1988)
As I walked down by the riverside
One evening in the spring
Heard a long gone song
From days gone by
Blown in on the great North wind
Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry
Or sorrow and delight
You can hear the cars
And the shouts from bars
And the laughter and the fights
May the ghosts that howled
Round the house at night
Never keep you from your sleep
May they all sleep tight
Down in hell tonight
Or where ever they may be
As I walked on with a heavy heart
Then a stone danced on the tide
And the song went on
Though the lights were gone
And the North wind gently sighed
And an evening breeze coming from the East
That kissed the riverside
So I pray now child that you sleep tonight
When you hear this lullaby
May the wind that blows from haunted graves
Never bring you misery
May the angels bright
Watch you tonight
And keep you while you sleep