When we went to see Bonjovi, they were playing at Old Trafford, home of Manchester United Football club.

For those of you who don’t follow football, you don’t realise just how much this hurt (as a Liverpool supporter).

but Bon Jovi rock.. (they have to, it’s their job!), so I could put up with it. 

Whilst we were there however Claire wanted to look in the Man Utd museum.. normally I’d refuse point blank to be seen dead in there (it’s like rubbing salt in the wounds of our poor season)..

but her great grandad was twice manager of Man United in the 30’s and 40’s, and he died in the Munich Air Disaster that nearly wiped out the team in 1958, so I couldn’t really refuse to let her go look up her gt grandad whilst we were there.

The museum was closed (yay)
I said I’d take her back there on Saturday to look round. (see, I’m a great boyfriend, next time you see Claire, be sure to remind her of that)

She wouldn’t let me wear my Liverpool shirt.

Anyway we looked around the museum, then got some food from the Man Utd restaurant … mine was horrible – I suspect they saw through my Mancunion disguise – gits

I can’t remember where I was going with this post, other than name dropping that Claire is a direct descendant of a football manager (albeit Man U), which is kinda cool, ooh and to mention Marc and his brick.

Marc works with me in Warrington, he is a big Man U fan, and takes a lot of stick from the Liverpool contingent.

One of the many things he gets stick about is the £50 he paid for a brick…

Man U were repaving one of the pavements outside the ground, and gave their fans the once in a lifetime ‘opportunity’ to purchase a brick in the pavement for £50, which would then have their name on it.

Marc and his dad paid £25 each to share a brick.  this was about 3 years ago, and the brick has become something of a running gag around the workplace.

On Saturday, I found his brick!

(Originally there was a photo of the brick here!)

Well worth £50 – cough