Retribution is sweet! And relatively painless. Last night Paul and I went out to the cinema and watched Matrix Revolutions (ample material with that and Matrix Reloaded for finishing The Mattress tho' sadly no twins!No surprises,either, I've read Paradise Lost) and left Mike to babysit his little sister! Muahahahah! Sigh. When we got back they had eaten everything in the house but it was nice for us to get out alone for once.
I am also mildly tickled at having seen a couple of clips of the HP trailer on Newsround (who needs News at Ten when there's Newsround at 5, vastly superior and no big words). Oh, Gary Oldman, what have they done to you? I've envisioned Sirius in lots of different ways but never never as Catweazle....no, nobody know who Catweazle is? Sigh. It's a bugger getting old. Catweazle was a TV series in the 70s. He was a mad wizard magically transported into the modern era who lived in a little tumbledown shack and had problems understanding what he called 'electrickery' and...rubber...ducks...do elements of that sound familiar to anyone else? Anyway he was a mad hairy so and so in a scruffy robe - the living spit, honest.
Oh, just so you know - tomorrow the family has elected me to drive my sister-in-law to her hosital appointment in Cardiff. This goes to show how serious her state of health in that they are prepared to trust her to me because I've never driven to Cardiff, never taken my shoebox with wheels on a motorway (and say what you like a car that won't go faster than 50 miles an hour and takes fifteen minutes to get there just isn't safe on a road where everyone else is doing 70)and I tend to panic and hyperventilate in heavy traffic. This is not a good combination in a hospital taxi-driver. Paul drove me to Caridff last night with the intention of showing me how to get to the hospital, on and off the motorway safely etc. Of course some mad commuter almost drove into the side of us so his reassurance all went for nothing. Anyway - what I'm trying to say is that - if I disappear off the place of the earth tomorrow - it's because I'm either in traction or a tasteful coffin. If you think this is unduly macabre all I can say is you've never been one of my passengers!
I am also mildly tickled at having seen a couple of clips of the HP trailer on Newsround (who needs News at Ten when there's Newsround at 5, vastly superior and no big words). Oh, Gary Oldman, what have they done to you? I've envisioned Sirius in lots of different ways but never never as Catweazle....no, nobody know who Catweazle is? Sigh. It's a bugger getting old. Catweazle was a TV series in the 70s. He was a mad wizard magically transported into the modern era who lived in a little tumbledown shack and had problems understanding what he called 'electrickery' and...rubber...ducks...do elements of that sound familiar to anyone else? Anyway he was a mad hairy so and so in a scruffy robe - the living spit, honest.
Oh, just so you know - tomorrow the family has elected me to drive my sister-in-law to her hosital appointment in Cardiff. This goes to show how serious her state of health in that they are prepared to trust her to me because I've never driven to Cardiff, never taken my shoebox with wheels on a motorway (and say what you like a car that won't go faster than 50 miles an hour and takes fifteen minutes to get there just isn't safe on a road where everyone else is doing 70)and I tend to panic and hyperventilate in heavy traffic. This is not a good combination in a hospital taxi-driver. Paul drove me to Caridff last night with the intention of showing me how to get to the hospital, on and off the motorway safely etc. Of course some mad commuter almost drove into the side of us so his reassurance all went for nothing. Anyway - what I'm trying to say is that - if I disappear off the place of the earth tomorrow - it's because I'm either in traction or a tasteful coffin. If you think this is unduly macabre all I can say is you've never been one of my passengers!