I was working on Wednesday night, finished at 7am thursday and went to bed meaning to get up in plenty time for the wrestling. Fucked up while setting alarm clock, didn't go off, woke up at 8.15 pm. Drove like a fucking lunatic to the AECC on the other side of the city. Got there and handed over my 50 ticket in time to see 3 matches. Gutted. Missed Jericho, my absolute hero. Utterly distraught at my own stupid actions. On the plus side, I did get a reaction of Shelton benjamin when he read my "Shelton is a Little Bitch" sign - he actually looked like he wanted to kill me. And come on, like we would cheer that plank ahead of a hero like Christian? His hammy acting last night was fucking fantastic - so over the top it was just brilliant. Captani Charisma almost made up for missing Jericho. Chuffed I got to see Flair though - the man's a living legend, though could have done without seeing his arse. And he didn't even notice my sign, pff! Most disturbing view of the night though, Triple H's G-string tan-line. I enjoyed my 3 matches.