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Lazeeee
The only problem with a busy weekend is that I miss all the sport. The rugby (which I don’t want to talk about), the football (Caley Thistle strike again) and F1 (another great race).
All this means that I have to wait up until 1am to catch the F1 highlights, and means I’m flipping knackered come Monday morning. Still at least I got to see two episodes of 24.

Ohhh the Oscars happened. Good to see “Road to Perdition” get Best Cinematography as it was a gloriously sumptuous visual feast, and I’m glad that Chicago did so well (having yet to see the Pianist and the Hours it is kinda difficult for me to judge).

And yes, I’ve just checked, we are still at war, and still managing to kill our own troops.

“Monday, Monday
So good to me
Monday morning
It was all I hoped it would be”

Who the hell made those lyrics up… utter rubbish… (and yes I know it was the Mamas and the Papas…)

(And yes there are no links, sorry but I can’t be bothered)