This evening Jennifer and I christened the recycled Grolsch bottles. She drank water, I drank a Stella Artois. I have also ingested

1. Meatballs with pasta, in a red wine infused pasta sauce.
2. Two Ibuprofen, because I had a headache.
3. A big bowl of chocolate and vanilla Haagen-Daz ice cream.
4. A Red Bull.
5. Three cups of Kenya tea.

This has had the effect of leaving me feeling woozy and stoned. Who needs the expensive drugs? I don't.

On the bus today there was an old lady in a wheelchair. She was mentally ill. She blew kisses to everybody who got on and off the bus, except for me. In my case she blessed me sincerely. "I hope God walks with you, my Son", was what she said. "I hope so to", I replied.

I have seen the play "Pornography" at The Door. It featured lots of actors familiar from British television. According to the blurb in the programme, one of the actresses had been in "Casualty" for two seasons playing a character called Roxy. I had never heard of her, but then again I never watch "Casualty". As I said in an earlier post, "Pornography" was not a play about sex, but it did have a young actor who spent 20 minutes naked onstage. His cock was very small. It was a cold theatre.

I have seen "The Wackness". I liked it.

In W. H. Smiths somebody tried to talk me into spending nearly 40 quid on making a will. They didn't succeed. I already have a will. It was made in 1983 before New Labour, Jennifer, a house of my own, Nephew, Niece 1, 9/11, the return of "Doctor Who", 7/7 and Niece 2. It is about time I made a new will.

Jennifer wants to go on holiday next year. She fancies a cruise. Miami, Mexico, Grand Cayman and Jamaica. She saw it advertised in a travel centre in town. I said that I would check it out.

Jennifer came home happy from work today. Her boss is not in the office tomorrow.

I tried to watch "My Zinc Bed". I dozed off and woke up twice.

I saw enough of "Stealth" to get to the obligatory Jessica-Biel-in-a-bikini scene. Then I changed the channel. I had seen the film before.

I have watched films every morning this week, that I taped onto the V+ box. "Sherrybaby", "The Limey", "In The Bedroom" and "300". Tomorrow I might watch "The Outfit" starring Robert Duvall.

Two sharks in suits, standing outside a coffee shop in town, tried to get me interested in signing up for Sky TV. I ignored them. I always ignore them. They are always outside that coffee shop.

I stepped aside to let a very pretty girl with large breasts off the bus before me. She gave me a lovely smile.

Jennifer and I watched part of a documentary about Tattooists. I said that some Tattooists are true artists. Jennifer agreed with me. I asked Jennifer if she would ever consider having a tattoo. She said No.

Flicking channels on the TV, Steve Irwin popped up. He was bonkers and a star. I said to Jennifer how very sad it was about him. Jennifer agreed.

I have purchased sixty quid worth of pornography on my credit card. Four DVD's. It will be the last time.

I have done nothing with this week.

I feel sick.