And my god did it taste good!

Oh yes! a 3 x 2 inch slab of Dark rich chocolate porn from Minerva's in Bath featuring a vair interesting position from a book called the Karma Chameleon. Or Sutra. Or something.

Anyway. It has been nommed now.

And much yumming was done.

Eh? What did you think I meant?

you dirty, dirty bastids!!!!!

Bacon and Eggs.

Leather Jackets and Motorbikes.

Broken limbs and plaster casts.

Canisten and itches down below.

Hayfever sneezes and broken ribs.

Dark Chocolate and Red wine.

I have had one of the things on this list tonight.

And as far as I know, Green and Blacks don't make thrush cream.

So I am happy.

Does anyone else find the ad for this game a little disturbing?

Not the fact that Slash emerges from the guy playing the game by pushing his arm out of the guys mouth and shedding him like an old skin, but the fact the slash looks a little, erm - pudgy, shall we say.....

Ah well.

At least HE still has all his hair.

And a ton of money.

And women.

And drugs.

And guitars.

and..........

oh fuckit.

Yes, OK - I admit it. I like graphic novels.

Which basically means I am too lazy to go buy a comic every whenever it comes out and also cant be arsed.

But I do get the odd compilation type thingey where they put seven or eight issues in one book.

The latest one of these I just got is the first volume in the "Preacer" series - "Going down to Texas"

Bloody great it was. Full of gun fights, blood, swearing, Angels getting drunk and swearing and threatening one another, a vampire, rednecks, Demons, serial killings, and a touch of "will they?, won't they?" romance, a preacher who lost his faith but now has huge power and a talking paper clip called "Wanga".

OK, I lied about the last bit with the paper clip.

Hey dont look at me like that.

I do also read proper books ya know........

But if I actually stumble over something like this, which in truth I had heard good stuff about, I enjoy it just as much as a regular book.

At the weekend. (clike to see full size.)

The pump room at Bath, where we had second breakfast/lunch.

In Bath cathedral

The two pictures of Bath EVERYBODY takes.

The interiour of the Raj Poot curry house, where EVERYBODY should go when in Bath

Saturday, the Chalice Well gardens at Glastonbury.

The ruined Abbey at Glastonbury.

So there. And don't think you have got off lightly....there are the poncey "lookit meeeeee, I is an photogramapher!" ones to go on the photography blog, and the friends only ones showing peoples boatraces that I may put up as well!

So ner!

Is basically what my weekend consisted of.

On Saturday we all left the Rancho Collapso and piled into Mrs F's other car and went a charging off in the direction of Glastonbury. Shipscook was on navigation duties (ahem) I was on nodding off duty and Sarah was on Nintendo DS duty.

The weather started out bright and sunny and then turned all manner of yuck. We had a stop off for refreshments and historical archeomalogical doings in Avebury, and due to the appalling windy and wet weather we decided that getting blown off the top of Glastonbury Tor was not going to be on the cards so we should head straight to Bath. Which we did.

It was there that I had to buy a new outdoorsy waterproof coat type thing, as my old one was still hanging on the banisters at the bottom of the stairs at Rancho collapso.

Then we did the pump room, vair posh - for coffee and second breakfast for certain hobbit types and some glasses of very smelly Spring water. We even had a piano accompaniment.

After that a bit more shopping then down into the subterranean wonder of the Raj Poot curry house. Oh man. Just go, its great - the food rocks.

Saturday and British summer time kicks in like someone had flicked a switch - great weather!

So off and up early to Glastonbury, and into the chalice well gardens just as they opened. Sarah got her bottle of spring water that she collected herself from the Lions head outlet, and we showed her around the Garden and took her to the well itself. It is just so relaxing there. I love it, so does Sarah.

Then into the town where I was forced at almost gun point into a cafe called "THE 100 MONKEYS" yes me, in a place called that. But it was good, great local beers and ciders and very good food. I even drank one called "Love Monkey", under protest mind.

And then a Walk round the ruins in the Abbey Garden, then home.

A busy weekend but it was fun.

And now your all bored I will bugger of but leave you with a warning.

Oh yes, there will be piccies later so be warned. More boredom ahead for you lot.