"...When i go to sleep can't tell you the hell i'm going through 'cos i know he's making love to you girl & i love you too"

It’s been my last Saturday night here at “memory lane” with the guys & it’s been fucking beautiful; full of joy, laughter & love. I gave them the gift of song with a great performance of “Coming home” a song penned especially for the occasion.
I’m now very drunk & blissfully happy but also secretly very sad. I know that when I try to sleep I will have to strongly enforce the unspeakable law. Night.