Its nearly 2 o clock and another Sunday is rushing by, like the traffic on the south link @ 3 in the morning. With the good weather we've been having over the last few days we decided to buy a big bastard of a parasol. 3m's to be percise. Throw in some garden furniture and a cheapo BBQ and you've got the making for a potential outbreak of food poisoning. Well its safe to say that everyone has survived. I had to BBQs yesterday, granted the later one was a bit worse for wear. Between cider and chicken wings getting burnt to a crisp, it was all good. The only thing is that theres so much BBQ food in the freezer that we have to have another one today.
Got to see the MTV movie awards last night (thank you Sky +) and I was pretty impressed with the intro. Jimmy Fallon never looked so cool in the Batmobile. The editing and compositing was first class. The awards themselves were pretty ok, Eminems performance was great as was the Foo Fighters. With Katy Holmes presenting Tom Cruise with the Generation award it must have been a bit of a kick in the tits for Nicole Kidman watching the carry on. Granted, Tom was having none of this smoochy shit on stage. The highlight of the show had to be Jimmy Fallon grabbing Sandra Bullocks breasts. Very funny, a bit predictable but very bold.
God only know what else has gone on over the weekend, I cant remember. Not alcohol induced but I just cant remember. The weather is great, but the bastard has woken me up at 6am every morning this weekend. I watched a program called the Real Di Vinci Code Friday night. I must be one of the only people in the world NOT to read the book. Yeah I bought it but just couldnt get into. My Dad finished it in about 2 days. The program was interesting though, definitely a thought provoker. Im sure there are plenty of people running around saying "Ya know Im related to Jesus". Come Sunday afternoon they're going UP to visit the cousins.
"How ya cousin Jesus?"
I need a haircut and a shave and the sun is out (again). So tis time to depart and sort out another BBQ. All I know is the shop near here better have them fuckin self lighting charcoal bags.