Back in the saddle...

So yeah I'm back. And of course my tongue was firmly in cheek for that last post (although that story is perfectly adaptable as a horror flick...) so don't bother pointing out where my 'theory' doesn't quite hold water. It's much more fun to watch and note all the things that back it up anyway...

Last week ended on a high which was a nice change. The day at Westminster was great as we got to go 'off tour' and snap a few shots in places we weren't strictly supposed to be.

One hell of a place and we'll be singing its praises over on Londonist in a day or two. I threw up a little something on the awfulness that is Lost up there earlier today.

We also played host to a lot of cool people over the weekend which is always nice and best of all Jess' grandmother seems to be coping pretty well. Dare I suggest that now she's out of Bill's shadow there's a whole new person there to get to know?

If you've been checking up on us via Flickr you'll have seen lots of kitten pics and not much else - I fear the extra strain we put on Google with all those photos of Sandwich sent them straight into the arms of China.

Jess is out with her M.A. this evening leaving me with a pizza menu and a stack of horror flicks... I'll try and not to reread them as gay westerns. Promise.

Just time to point you in the direction of Ben. We've been chatting for a little while now and he's certainly one of the good guys. And by that I mean he'd make a fine CAG on the last surviving Battlestar.

[Music: Johnny Cash]