Ever eager for a little spot of culture, tonight my pal Dan and I are off to the Grand Theatre in Leeds.
OK, so it's not as cultural as it sounds, as we're actually going to see the stage version of Yes, Prime Minister.
But I will be wearing a tie (if only because I didn't know Dan was going home first to put his jeans on).
Still, I intend to stick my nose in the air and tell anyone who wants to know that I've met the last four Prime Ministers (five, if you include Alistair Campbell) and once saw Mrs Thatcher going into the ladies in the House of Lords.
I'll tell you tomorrow if it was any good. And whether I managed to avoid dropping my half-time ice cream on my good trousers.