On the one hand, Sunday evening has been significantly enhanced by the presence of Downton Abbey...especially last night when we watched it on our new HD, 42" LCD TV...all bright colours, hi fi sound...and a good way to dumb down before the start of the week...anyway it's been a lot of fun, and we're addicted enough that The Cat's Mother's brother came round for dinner, but was ushered away before the opening credits started to role...
...on the other we have tried to watch more than 10 minutes of The only way is Essex...ITV 2's 'reality series'. The thing is, we know all the places they hang out, visit, spend their money in...Essex does indeed have more than its fair share of flash cash and awful, awful people. It's like watching a very dull cartoon or a car crash in slow motion. Anyway, have a quick look...if you can manage more than 10 minutes, you are doing well. Worryingly, they'll be filming at The Boy's school this week..the headmistress feels that it's not a widely known school, so she seizes TV opportunities like this and the monotonous Allen Davies programmes as a way of getting it better known.. Sometimes Any Publicity is NOT better than No Publicity...
It was party weekend this weekend...The Boy went to one on Friday and one on Saturday...The Cat went to the same one on Friday. They returned Friday night to find The Cat's Mother and I asleep on the sofa...oh dear. The Boy returned at 2.00 am on Saturday night, having helped a friend home after he'd had a many, many too many. Three of which had been his reward from his mates for managing to 'Get off' with someone...in this case I'm not sure what 'Get off' means. I don't want to know. Another girl managed to get so drunk BEFORE the party that she threw up over her friends going to the event...in their mother's car. I'd share a photo of the girls in their party outfits, but you may find it easier to reach up to the top shelf of your local newsagent.
I feel that age thing coming knocking again. Especially as our Saturday night out was spent at the local golf club's Annual Dinner Dance. My defence is that I don't play golf.
