Had a loverly birfday. Got lots of cards and emails and text messages and phone calls, although I did spend most of the day interviewing people about how thrilling it was to use government websites.

The boy took me to see 'Kill Bill Vol 2' Gold Class. For the non-locals, Gold Class is a cinema with 18 seats, all the size of couches, that are fully recline-able. Seats are in pairs with a table in-between with a built in ice bucket. But the best bit is when you arrive, you can tell the minions there to bring you food and drinkies during the movie. The menu covers everything from pot-stickers to popcorn and has all sorts of alcohol, bubbly to dessert wine. I started with a little bubbly and snackies, then had popcorn delivered after the opening credits and another drink about an hour into the film. Marvellous. The film was brilliant too.

Received many lovely things, including Sally and Mike, who came down from Brisbane for the weekend. Much hilarity ensued, although the weather was absolutely shite for the poor buggers. Also scored a hand mixer (Not enough upper body strength to cream butter and sugar without dying, sadly. Must do more tricep dips.), perfume, a new Filofax, 'Young Ones' DVD ('Neil, your bedroom's on fire!') and booky-goodness. Very spoiled girl.

Also received some less welcome things. First was the carton of milk that had clearly been obtained from the wrong part of the cow. Ew. Secondly, to the complete and utter bastard who has given me this head cold; die. Right now. You complete and utter miserable, sodding bastard.

Just call me 'C & C Mucus Factory'.

Monkey Business

Despite junk food and alcohol galore, the two fat brothers of the I lost last week buggered off as well. 31 gone, however I suspect they may make a reappearance next week...
What's all this monkey business about then?