In which Jen and I make some Tolkien-related puns.
Conversation at Jen's work.
On Friday evening, Jen and I went to St George's Hall in Bradford to watch two recordings of the long-running comedy radio panel game, ‘I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue’.
One of the reasons I like the Bourne films so much is that certain elements of the ongoing tale of an amnesiac CIA assassin trying to re-discover his past were clearly based on events in my own life.
On Tuesday night, I dreamt that Jen and I were in a seaside penny arcade. One of the arcade's main attractions was a 1.5×-scale mechanical Roger Moore.
Le Tour de France passed through Hebden Bridge this afternoon. Boy, were they ever lost!
Can you remember where you were when you heard that JFK had been shot? They say you never forget. I almost certainly heard about it some time in the mid-to-late 1970s, but I'm buggered if I can remember where I was. So, I guess that disproves that crap theory.
Over breakfast this morning, Jen and I were discussing what we would nominate as mankind's greatest invention.
Eye-opening conversation between my niece and her grandma.
In which Jen admires my pullover.