That’s right, you heard me. Or read the news. I’m not sure. I’m not a smart man. Since I stopped working about 9 months ago, I have been undergoing a steady regime of dumbening. I’d like to think by the time my new back has it’s first birthday (August 24), I’ll have about the same smarts as a goat. Me lose brain? Uh-oh.

After two long plane rides, a bit of a kip on the floor of Hong Kong International Airport and the craving for FUIC getting more intense, it was good to finally get home.

The Boy came to pick us up from the airport on Wednesay morning with FUIC in hand for the weary travellers. He’s a good lad. Let me give you some idea of the what went on for me from 6.30am Monday morning (English day light saving time or 5pm SA time, I believe) to Wednesday 9.30pm (South Australian time).

I don’t, I just wanted to put that in a title, sort of like me wanting to incorporate fo shizzle my nizzle into a post some time ago. It was only a minor desire but I feel warm and fuzzy for it. That feeling could also be because of excess static electricity too, either that or I’m having a stroke.

Those were my immediate thoughts when confronted with the knowledge of writing a post last week. I was just not in the right mood, it didn’t feel right. Either that or I was just feeling lazy.

Bonjour y’all from Nice. Sunny nice. It’s great to feel the sun again. Lousy English weather. Why can’t the Poms do something right? Bastards. Anyhoo, onto the more important topic….what I don’t like about France

Bring on the Hammer’s for this weekend’s FA Cup Final against with Liverpool vs. West Ham. Should be a corker.

Now

I say now with a distinct, childlike glee that comes only when talking about monster trucks. There aren’t enough monster trucks in the world today, when was the last time they came to a nearby entertainment centre? They provide us all with a joy that is equalled only in direct opposition of the fear of having your ear caught in one of those bulldog clips people use to hold large stacks of paper together.

That’s the message that they’re trying to get across in England. I don’t know why. Perhaps hedgehogs are extremely dangerous. Perhaps they have tine hedgehog-sized tanks and war ships. Apparently you can’t trust them.