Bally's Blurty

Caramel Prisoner
Thank you, Air, for your song titles are occasionally batfaeces insane.

Last Monday - the Monday which is not yesterday, but the Monday that was before that, being the Monday that was the 11th of August - I attended a wedding. I decided to take a taxi to the venue. I got in, said where I wanted to go, and the chap behind the wheel said "Do you know the way?"

Now, call me crazy if you'd like, but surely that's the taxi driver's job? The church wasn't outside the city limits or anything. Admittedly, it was on a poorly laid-out estate, but then, surely those are the places taxi drivers are most expected to know? Anyway. I'd learned my lesson from the time before when my taxi driver didn't know where the church was and had the postcode. Ha-HA!

The wedding itself was a good time. Three of my work colleagues were there, and we enjoyed ourselves muchly. One of my colleagues brought his wife and two young boys, and at one point called me "Uncle Simon". Cripes.

Another limited edition chocolate bar has taken to the shelves, so I've donned my reviewing hat and sat down for some quality (street) time with it. All hail the Kit Kat Chunky Caramel! Good. However, this is not the caramel that you would find in the standard Mars/Milky Way: it's that harder stuff that made up the likes of the Caramac bar. Tis weird, but not unwelcome. Still, I'd rather have a regular Kit Kat Chunky. Humph.

Went to Manchester today and saw my good friend Kate, along with her husband, and their little baby boy Oliver. He's a drooler, and he spent some time smashing his toys against the table, but he's very cute. He's the Captain Grumbles that I've spent time with, according to my current Facebook status.

And that's the that.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Ludovico Einaudi - Le Onde