shoulda, coulda, woulda

Monday: I've just realised that my dear wee Rev Walker will not be speeding in any boat (or plane) like a bird on the wing any time soon, but it can't be helped. At least I know they're still making the bloody things and I can stop throwing a strop every time the esteemed Rev Walker glides into view in the background of White Collar (why that print I'll never know, but there you go). Of all the decs the possums ate, he and my centurion (aka Marcus Flavius Aquila), hurt the most. Okay, and the headless reindeer.

I gotta say, I am suprised, which is fun. Usually the world unspools exactly the way I think it will, so I am rarely ever surprised, but volcanoes? Real volcanoes? Volcanoes closing Heathrow? It's like a bad Hallmark tv movie. It sucks for everyone wanting to travel, yet I cannot help standing back and thinking, well, wow.
( more: doctors and disasters )

Hugo Weaving's arse

Hello. Do please excuse this post as I'm still more than a bit tiddly and usually interwebs + booze = bad but I just have to tell you about tonight (and tomorrow I might not get a chance to).
( more: the torment of tantalus )