A trip to the pub with my favourite 89-year-old, followed by a get together with some errant wives ... It’s going to be a belter A trip to the pub with my favourite 89-year-old, followed by a get together with some errant wives ... It’s going to be a belter T his is the first time I’ve been single on Valentine’s Day since 1994. I didn’t give it a lot of thought – romance’s festival day has never been a great advert for the concept. In the best case scenario, it turns your real and important