Another Fine Weekend, Jim

Have just returned home after spending the weekend in Manchester with wenches jaffacakequeen and hobbitfanatic. I hadn't seen the latter since January, so we caught up on a lot of gossip. >:)

The weekend was random, which is Becky-speak for excellent. Sparklers, watching episodes of Black Books, theories on different jaffa cake menus and meditations on how the hell we can get bird 'flu when our genetic make-up is completely different were the order of the day(s). Oh, and wine. Yes. However, drinking wine in a pub had me ranting about the grammatical rubbishness of a sign that read "Kids Menu." Arrgh!

A trip to the cinema yielded Johnny Depp, dozens of feet high. With a Scottish accent. In period clothes. Yikes!

I've never been all that interested in Peter Pan or JM Barrie, but each and every actor in this film gave an emphatic and infectious performance, even the dog. jaffacakequeen has kindly provided a link on the on the real family and their fate.

Was deeply moved by the film and the heartfelt expressions on Peter's face. I went to the loo to hastily fix my make-up and noted with satisfaction that a number of women were trying to wipe off the trail off mascara from their cheeks. Through happiness or sadness? Go see the film and find out. :p

Sunday ended up in lunch at a 14th century pub, oysters and raiding the Clinique and Dior counters at Selfridge's-- and really, what could be better than that? I was not at all impressed with the Yves Saint Laurent moisturiser which turned my hand red and had me scratching about four years' worth of skin from my itching hands. Hmph!

Then shopping. Christmas shopping. I usually despise Christmas. Not in a "get to the workhouse, boy!" kind of way, but in a dear-God-all-this-rampant-rabid-commercialism-and-buying kind of way. However, I feel really into it this year. Or at least for now and let's bear in mind it's only November.

I bought a couple of you some funky boxes for Christmassy goodness-containing, simply because I bought your presents about ten months ago or something. Oh, the preparedness of me.

(Wow. This entry. I feel tempted to take an eraser and/or some chalk to some of the English in this. Oh, well.)