Ahh. So much for my grand plan. Arron has just called and asked me to go to the bar to sample his latest chocolate creation – Kahlua and caramel chocolates. Strangely, excellent homemade chocolates and beer wins.
There is a vicars-and-tarts karaoke night at a pub just up the road this evening. The rest of the posse were trying to get me to go along, but somehow, it just isn’t quite my scene. So I’m going to wallow in the bath instead, with a good new book, lots of candles and a bath ballistic and there’ll be trouble if anyone interrupts me.
Monkey Radio are putting out some ..err… boss tunage at the moment, as usual. About one track in five is already included in my CD collection, which is a good thing – it suggests (correctly) that the mp3J has similar taste to me. Consequently, I’ve already noted down a whole load of stuff I want to go out and buy. Or add to my Amazon wishlist.
Poor Jen puts herself into enforced bedrest as a result of sneezing, but then finds a cure (partial at least) by being poked in the back of the head.
It’s a strange world.
Actually, I’ve been a bit stiff in my back and shoulders for most of the week, so if anyone lovely would like to come round and give a massage, just let me know.
Mediocre scores in fantasy football land this week. TFF: 21 points. AFF: 8 points. Not very good, but not bad either.
DA complained last night that I haven’t ranted about anything here for a while, or made revealing revelations (what other sort of revelation is there?) about my personal life.
Well, as soon as there is something I feel I want to rant about, I will. And as for my personal life, well, I am sure there will be revelations as and when there is something worth revealing – I don’t write everything here for obvious reasons (although I *do* write a lot, as you know).
In the meantime, here is a testcard. Well, several testcards actually.
More evidence that parents should be forced to apply for a licence before conception.
Another of those nights when going out for a “quick pint” means staying out for four. Anyway, beer with Annalee, Paul F, DA, DAGS, Kearn, Matt, Ian, Sacha, Mich, Kristian, Joel, Tim, Gary with sightings of numerous others.
1908 Siberian blast riddle ‘solved’ – sounds plausible.
A weekend at chez Coates.