The morning's sci-fi DVD
fix was ludicrous. Blake's cronies would seem to have declared war on
the fix dominatrix and so in their attempt tooverthrow the galactic
ampire they are gatering allies. For no adequately explored reason
they neded someone who specialissed in training monkeys. I rather
lost the plot when the fix dominatrix caaptured the one with he gun
andhypnotised her to kill th monkey trainer.
With er indoors TM"
off to sell candles to the mases, I put the lead on to "Furry
Face TM" and we went off for a wlk with
Chris. Chris had thisidea to set a huge series of geocaches, but said
(understandably) tat it was a huge undertaking. DId I want to
assist with the venture? Yes - I did. We went out and between us we
hid over twenty caches. I won't say where. Suffice it to say that
there is still a third of teh ccircuit to be done, and what we did
do took about four hours.
Whilst we were out I was
so pleased to see that my little dog was well enough to roll in fox
poo.
We came home via the
day's cache, and then I hosed the fox dung off of the pup. an hour
was wasted playing Candyy Crush Saga until er indoors TM"
came home. We got on our glad rags and went round for "My Boy
TM", and we all set off to my nephew's
eighteenth birthday party.
We were told that fancy
dress was optional. I thought we looked quite good as the cast of
"Grease". About a third of the people the had made
the effort to dress up in soe wy. Many of the younger ones had turned
up in onesies for no reason that could detemine. My nephew looked
wonderful as the Joker fro the latest Batman film. My brother looked
remarkably at home in a sparkling dress. There was an interesting
young lady in tight red knickers and very lttle else. There was a
particulary interesting catwoman in a wipe-clean suit. And there was
a coven of smurfs who were sitting in the corner radiating an aura of
frank malevoloence.
It was good to meet up
with many family mmbers that I haven't seen for years; being the
designated driver it was entertaining to watch the antics of everyone
else. There were those who patrolled the food, those whoo patrolled
the jailbait Wario. It was quite funy watching seventeen year old
blowing into the urinal (especially when they were not my
problem). The music was far too loud; it always is. But they
played soome good tunes that I knew.
All too soon it as time
to come home. We staggered intto bed shortly after 2am. I wish I had
taken some photos of the event.
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