Booking a holiday and Unicorn Pubes

I booked a holiday this week.

This turn of events was not greeted with the usual elation and fuss that has been witnessed in previous years.  This is mainly as this holiday booking was just me adding a few days to the holiday planner at work, and vowing to sleep for several days at home, rather than me punching the air as my smoking credit card lay next to an open Kayak website.

It probably won’t turn out to be the restful wonderland that I envisage, as I’ll no doubt be unable to sleep in, and be up checking work emails by 9am each day.  Still, the intention is a good one.

The first week of work for Emily and Rebecca passed without major incident or dismissal, and I have enjoyed the obvious perk of the lovely cakes they have brought home too.  That is one example of bringing your work home that I fully endorse.

Knowing they are now earning, before the first payment was earned they were already in debt, with Emily having purchased about thirty week’s wages worth of concert tickets, namely Paramore and One Direction.

Speaking of thirty week’s wages, we went to the cinema on Friday night to watch The Hangover Part III.  It is always a sense of regret to have demolished my thirty quid’s worth of Ben & Jerrys before the adverts have finished.  Luckily, the Pick n Mix saw me through to the natural conclusion.  This was not the end of the film, just the onset of mild diabetes and nausea.

The film itself was ok.  I know that is far from a Barry Norman review (ask your Dad), but it was enjoyable enough.  I just found it odd that having established such a popular and successful premise that they then abandoned it for the third and final film.

The first two films were based on them waking up wrecked after a crazy night and having to unravel the trail of destruction.  The third doesn’t do that, and I won’t spoil it for those yet to see it, but I think it was worse for not doing so.  Don’t get me wrong, it was enjoyable and funny, just not quite as good as the first two.

If you do go to see it, you MUST stay for the credits.  The final scene in those credits is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a while.  Infantile and lude, but funny.  Just the way I like it.

Speaking of films, last week, my sister-in-law posted on Facebook asking a few of her friends to nominate their Desert Island Discs top five DVDs.  I went for the following (the more astute among you will notice I chose six, but this was an honest mistake) –

1. Band of Brothers
2. Star Wars (the full box set of six)
3. Me, Myself and Irene
4. A Bridge Too Far
5. Beauty and the Beast
6. Anchorman

As with all these things, as soon as other folks start naming theirs you wish you’d thought of that one, but I’m fairly happy to stick with that list to be honest.  Especially as the island I will be stuck on is just off the coast of Florida….about thirty feet off, so I can paddle ashore when the mood takes me.

Have a think and comment with your five (or six if you must).

So another week wanders by, with yet again no lottery win email in my inbox, so on-wards to work I go again next week.    Things could be worse, despite the lack of real holiday or the correct six dropping balls.  I am soldiering on with a stiff upper lip and my chin(s) up, although I would just add that our shower broke today.

This may get missed on the national news and we are coping as best we can.  I shall be establishing a Just Giving page shortly for international donations.

This is required as earlier today Louise took Rebecca to the Trafford Centre to hunt out her prom shoes.  To add insult to bankruptcy, she also picked up a “clutch”.  This is not some sort of medical complaint it turns out, instead a small handbag made from real diamonds and unicorn pubes….it would seem.

Whilst they were out Emily and I went for a drive, and I know I am biased but she was brill.  In fact she drove better than a lot of the idiots and arse wipes she had to take evasive action around.  Just think, if they are both working and earning cash, and Emily can drive, I’m not sure what my function in life might be!

Answers on a postcard.

Till the next time……