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I’ve finished both Banvard’s Folly and Catch Me If You Can (I read it so I can say ‘The book’s better than the film.’) and Gotham is too huge to read in one sitting so I had to go book shopping today.

I went prowling through Books In Print looking for a buy to spend a new voucher on. Even though I was a little distracted by the painting (there is the most ghastly shade of duck-egg blue appearing on the walls and I’m praying like mad it’s just an undercoat) I found Do Not Pass Go – an exploration of London using the Monopoly board. I may never have been to London but I’ve played enough games of Monopoly to think I’ll enjoy it.

I don’t think I’ve ever sent you off to another page with a ‘you have to see this’ before and maybe this isn’t the best page to start the practice but it sure as hell made me laugh.
Fans Outraged at New Character in The Return of the King

Buy my Sony Discman D131.

I purchased a new one for the car. Lovely it is, anti skip, all digital so now I’ve no need for my trusty old one.

So, go on. Buy it. You know you want to.

I’m currently studying to be a pirate but due to a shortage of parrots I’ve had to improvise.

Jasmine called Rae yesterday. She’d found a kitten stuck down a drain pipe. Would we like to come look at him? Bit of a dead give away as to what you’ve already decided when you take the cat box with you as you leave. So now we have Oscar. He’s tiny, we have no idea of gender or age and he meows louder than Tom. If you want to see a bigger pic just click the one to the left.

Speaking of Tom, he’s made a complete recovery and seems decidedly nonplussed by the new arrival. No doubt that will change when they start mingling and deciding who gets to sit on which human’s lap.

Scene : 30+ degrees outside. Tony, Rae and Phee are dropping Marita off home after a drink at Vinegar Strokes. Parked in the shade, with air con on it’s still a little warm as we finish off our goodbye conversation.

Enter an increasingly hot and irritable Phoebe…

Phoebe (to Marita) : “Just go now!”

We laugh, Phee cries.

I’ve just earned my last 16 hours of pay staring at naked breasts. Being a card carrying red blooded heterosexual male I never thought I’d say this but I’ve had enough and I never want to hear the word ‘nipple’ again.

No I’ve not become a reviewer of porn films, my latest project has nothing to do with web sites – I’m digitising all of a maternity department’s educational videos. Instead of the current method of putting a video in whenever a nurse gets a chance and then running around to tell all the patients I’m hooking up a PC to the television network and the videos will screen at scheduled times around the clock.

The tech side is lotsa fun but I know a hell of a lot more about breast feeding and nipple soreness than any man should.

The signs of weakness were there. A few weeks ago a sign appeared sticky-taped to the old refrigerated display cabinet in our local bakery :

Due to drought [fair enough] and water restrictions [!] we raise our prices on bread rolls 5 cents.

Then, while on holidays, we purchased two vanilla slices but they were rock hard and odd tasting so Rae decided to take them back. Apparently there was much consternation on behalf of the two ladies behind the counter; it seems that to return a vanilla slice in Vietnamese culture is equivalent in western culture to loudly questioning someones parents marital status at their time of conception whilst in a church . Then again maybe it’s worse because the next day there was a ‘for sale’ sign in the window and they’ve been shut every couple of days since.