The first three items on the news this morning were the King Kong premiere last night, some really old London busses and a very boring article on babies dummies ('pacifiers' if you live in the land of the free). Next up was the story of some silly old Christian git who has gone and got himself captured in Iraq and his family are all 'very worried'. Why would someone go there as 'a gesture of solidarity'? My mind boggles. He obviously cares very little for his family. I hope they release him soon and his family are spared any horror but I also hope he gets a bloody good dressing down from our Foreign Office (and his passport taken from him and destroyed). Christians eh! Lions den etc.
As a gesture of solidarity towards out-of-season seaside towns we're heading to Blackpool tonight for a long weekend. It's my birthday on Monday and the boys from Little Britain are spookily playing Blackpool Opera House that night so we're going. My Mum and Dad will be joining us for most of the weekend as they have tickets for Little Britain the following evening. Sunday will be a 'pretend Christmas day' at Darrens parents as they are escaping to the sun for a few weeks soon. I've lost 8 pounds (fat, not money) in just over two weeks since we returned from Florida but fish and chips, a huge turkey dinner, a box of malteasers at the theatre, and chinese tonight before we leave should see all that good work scuppered. *loosens belt in preparation*