So, here we are again dear hearts - and after a swift kick up my blogging arse I return to a daily ramble full of intelligent comment and drivel.
It was a reuniting with Florrie that finally pushed me back over the edge into ego-world and to be frank it was not a moment too soon as my head is full of rubbish that needs sharing.
I enjoyed talking about movies and so on but it would seem that my reminiscences are not as well received as my ramblings.
Florrie was visiting our humble part of the globe from her chateau 'darn sarf' to help celebrate the 50th birthday of my sister in law Susan. It was a gathering of 34 people, family members and friends, who scoffed their way through piles of goats cheese, roast beef and a rather phallic looking fish mousse, whose positioning between two potatoes made more than a few ladies blush and a few men laugh out loud.
There were also various sweet treats plus several bottles of Rioja or Chablis depending on your taste.
A nice meal, good company and then a wonderful chocolate birthday cake which did not sport fifty candles due to the fire risk - instead one huge candle that should have come with its own semi clad fireman according to Mrs B.
This was only one part of the birthday celebrations, because very much like the Queen (whose hair style Sue copies very closely) there had been a second and earlier celebration held at Jamie Oliver's new restaurant in Nottingham. It was very nice too but we didn't have phallic fish or candles, these were saved for Sunday.
Anyway, Florrie told me off for not writing a blog she liked - and so throughly chastened I reunite my blogging muscles with the dark recesses of my mind and bring you - rubbish - endless witless, rubbish.
Fortunately I have things to say today - the car has been making a sort of quiet banging noise and I thought I better get it seen to before it becomes louder and more expensive. You will be glad to know that even a gentle, restful almost melodic little bang can cost you an arm and a leg - ask Paul McCartney.
Mrs B needs a new car but that again will be relegated in the list of purchases as I sell a kidney to pay for the repairs of my own sweet chariot.
I got home at about 10.30am, having avoided the news all morning, and settled down to watch The Oscars, which I had recorded. It was a very bad show, the hosts were young and pretty and not up to the job - they allowed Kirk Douglas on stage and I thought he would never go - he'll be back next year as one of the faces in the montage of dearly departed luvvies though.
Colin Firth won - surprise, Natalie Portman won - surprise, Melissa Leo said a rude word - no fucking surprise - the whole thing was awful and then they brought out a children's choir to sing Somewhere Over The Rainbow and I suddenly had the urge to join the Foreign Legion. I resisted though, because I wanted to watch Bargain Hunt.
Well not much else to say today, so I will make my goodbyes and head off to start worrying about tomorrows blog - thanks for that Florrie!
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