Hey,

I like to use this space for you all to get to know more about both me and those I consider to be my friends. I, for instance, got up around nine, fed Cath’s cats, made myself some breakfast, lounged around for a while watching TV, then went to lunch with Cath’s grandparents. John, for instance, has just asked permission to get changed before he posts my blog for me. It is 2:43 pm. It is TWO FORTY THREE PEE EM.

Cath, for instance, has just bought another two add-ons for the Sims. When asked if she now had them all, she knew that she had five of a possible seven. Apparently she doesn’t have The Sims: House Party and The Sims: Livin’ It Up. She of course has forgotten she does not have The Sims: Unfortunate Piercing Accidents, The Sims: Flammable Hair Products, Malfunctioning Hairdryer and The Sims: Homeless, Drunk And About Two Months Behind With The Alimony. Quick thought: If EA developed The Sims: Just Add Water, would that be an expansion pack. Ahahaha. Ha. Ha.

Paul, for instance, is sleeping with Sarah while no one else is at Uni. Sarah, to counter this, is sleeping with Dave. Dave is sleeping with Tom on the side, occasionally, but mostly on the front. Tom, realising his renewed attractiveness and beautiful crotch, is sleeping with himself. Charles, (t’other) Craig and Manisha are watching, but only Craig is keeping a reliable scorecard. At this point, they are doing it all separately, to avoid any awkward moments.

Thanks to everyone who came this weekend. I hope you have not caught Death. Cath has narrowly escaped Death, though we did have to play him for it. We were going to play Risk, but he invited his mate, War, around, so in the end we decided on Twister. I don’t want to go into the details, but we spun left foot yellow, and as he stretched, I kicked him in the knee, snapping it in two, proving once and for all that you can cheat Death, although it does require a fair amount of explaining to the cleaning lady.

So I watched Neighbours over the past week or so, and it seems like they can’t make up there mind exactly which particular moral messages they want to go with. Currently, Libby is ashamed of her father Carl (for getting together with a girl half his age) and Lyn is ashamed of her son Jack (for going out partying every night). Come on. One deserves a medal, especially for enduring Izzy’s nostrils, and the other is doing exactly what makes him happy. Meanwhile, no one is ashamed of Susan (seduction of a priest) or Lyn (forgetting her husband exists). Furthermore, they continue to let Serena act, when clearly letting her walk into a bus would be much more humane.

Speak soon,

Craig