I’m in a bit of a spaghetti induced stupor right now, eating too much pasta at lunch makes me sleepy. I should be working but my day has been disrupted right from the point when an abandoned tractor at the top of the carriageway slip road had to be towed off with a police escort.
So – Brian and Nick sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Or not? Luckily the Dirty, Sexy, Money story wasn’t about the heads of respectable professions getting it on, wasn’t it? Otherwise we’d have a priest, the lawyer, the father and their big love as a story line. I’m disappointed that Nick and Karen aren’t the illicit siblings we’ve been promised for so long, because I’m all for giving Karen more air time and the whimsy wife less, but seeing Brian venomously spitting at his new found brother in arms was quite enjoyable. I did find the other family members were rather flippant about the possibility that it could have been Nick and Karen. Doesn’t matter what the rest of the family are getting up to, but incest isn’t a story line to be crossed apparently.
Usually I’m out on a sunny day like this to the park for a constitutional, but for some reason or other my right hamstring is weirdly tighter than the other, giving me a Herr Flick-like gait. So I’m off to see ‘What Happens in Vegas’ because someone I know is in it.
Say what?