My mate went to the Ricky Hatton fight in Bolton.

She did say it was a dear do.

But she was sat right near the front. Behind Mike Tyson. Ooh and Guy Richie was there *but not Madonna, I asked*.

Guess how dear a do...?

Well she was entertained from 5pm till almost midnight she said. And it was dead exciting.

But go on, guess how much?

Five hundred notes! Yup. Five hundred squids.

I tell you, I thought having a fiver riding on a Lucky 15 was naughty spending.

I live and learn... I live and learn.