Chuckler’s Musings

Heyas. I was reasonably sick on Friday, yeah, so when Edward needed a lift to the airport on Friday afternoon, I took the opportunity to not go back to work, and instead headed out to M&D’s for lunch. The Powells were visiting (Gary had volunteered to help Callun fit his new tacho in his car - turns out it was much tougher than expected, and will need an autoelectrician to complete), and they were coming back for dinner after running a few errands. Carmen joined us a little later, and a good time was had by all. Until I had to go back to work, that is.

Saturday was market-day, and I had possibly the most self-indulgent markets ever. I mean, I usually go to the markets with intention of buying some silly things, but this week was unprecedented. My normal tomato guy wasn’t there, but I’d heard good things about the Jaguar-award winning tomato stand, so I bought some from there. I’ll keep you appraised.

Now, I had felt pretty good that morning. So when it was time to help Bek move, I was all ready and raring. Unfortunately, by lunch-time, I was feeling so sick that I had to call it a day and go back to bed. I got home, drank about 2 and a half liters of water and immediately fell asleep. Woke up feeling a whole lot better. Blacky and I went to the cinemas to see Gangs of New York which I really enjoyed. Daniel Day-Lewis was brilliant, and I have these observations. When he tapped his glass eye with a knife, he looked really evil. Big mustaches are cool, especially when worn with top-hats. They all looked really tall, due mostly to the type of pants they were wearing, I think. Go see it.

Sunday I was an early riser, feeling pretty good, so I took a magazine and headed over to the pub for Brekkie. Went home, but Blacky was still asleep so I went to the movies again to see Knockaround Guys. Pretty good, not as good as I expected, but alright. Played a few games of pool with Bryce before heading back home for a snooze before the cricket and Formula 1 started. The cricket was AWESOME and I’m glad I stayed up until the first rain break to see it. Fantastic. And to clear up any misconceptions amongst certain friends of mine, I want to make it clear that just because Blacky now lives at my place, does NOT mean that I stay up all night watching Formula 1, alright? I’m no Ferrari fanboi.