Ahhh, Sunday. Having recently taken delivery of Lethal Weapon 2 in blu Ray, I am now awaiting the boil of the kettle to make myself and the wife a splendid cup of tea. When the tea is ready, we will watch Riggs and Murtaugh blow shit up, lovely!
It has been a kind of lost weekend in many ways. I spent most of yesterday under the weather, having been out for the work Christmas party Friday night, which although enjoyable enough, didn't seem to hold my attention for a large amount of time. I left at about 11 and got the train home, whilst I was pretty drunk, I wouldn't say I was "work party" drunk, however, my hangover Saturday would suggest otherwise. I would say this was unfair, had it not been for the fact that I left work at 3 and started drinking not long after. Still, never mind, they only come once a year, just like the Man from Del Monte. What a mystical figure he was. He had that "Yes Man" idea first, way before Danny Wallace. The Man from Del Monte said yes to everything and anything. Sadly, he died trying to win a bet about fitting a model helicopter up his arse. I really wouldn't have liked to have been there when he said no. Heads really would have rolled.
I was perusing the BBC website when I noticed a story that made me laugh. George Bush, on a farewell visit to Iraq(!), has had a shoe thrown at him. I mean, there are two elements to this story that caught my eye. Firstly, hasn't Iraq suffered enough? Without the prince of twats paying a visit? Secondly, who throws a shoe? I mean, that looks like it really hurt, he may even have a lump there, what an idiot.
I look forward to having my children sat at my feet and asking where I was when some shoes were thrown at George Bush. I did hear whispers that it was all a conspiracy, Clarks are really feeling Le Crunch and secretly blame Bush, so, together with other shoe retailers they formed a coup de tar. Anti Castro Cuban heel manufacturers were also recruited. But, before anything was done, a patsy was needed. Mr Maliki was chosen. On the surface a mild mannered reporter, but our conspirators claim he is secretly the number one rubbish shoe thrower in the world. They claim that he has trained for years to have the ability to throw a shoe at a man standing no more than five feet away from him and completely miss.
He claims he wasn't even in Iraq that day, he was in a Texas movie theatre fighting with police. Whatever the truth is. It is out there. I am off now to meet with Donald Sutherland to discuss his theory.
For now, this is all.
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