smells like fun
Monday, July 31
Cool! No work today because the 007 stage exploded! Luckily nobody was hurt, and James Bond and everyone else who works there lives to die another day... Jeff saw it on the news in Australia and asked, "What caused the fire? Was it Bomb, James Bomb?"
We've been refused entry into the studios so we're chilling out and working from home.
Friday, July 28
And Europe licked her back...
Mum conquered all the sights, sounds and smells of England, Scotland and Paris in the 18 too-short days she was here.
We skipped over to Paris for the weekend and indulged in some 'hit and run' tourism - the shortest ever visit to Louvre by a tourist consisted of goggling at the Mona Lisa for a minute, followed by iced coffee at the terrace cafe.
After Paris, we hit Scotland. My bastard car broke down so we had to hire a car to get there. Bastard car! I was reduced to tears thanks to the deep black hole of a money-pit that is my shit car.
BUUT anyway, we made it to Scotland thanks to Jeff's long-haul driving skills. Mum's spirit wasn't dampened by the delay. Here she is, re-assembling an ancient castle ruin in Fort William in the Scottish Highlands.
What a little do'er!
After the shock of the car debacle, I managed to recover my spirits by drinking some. Here I am at the Edradour Distillery in Perthshire, recovering my afforementioned spirits.
Mum's favourite place without a doubt, was Edinburgh. In fact, the people of Edinburgh loved her back so much they gifted her with a sacred cow, which she rode about town to see the sights (it was especially useful on the hilly bits).
Wednesday, July 12

Hurrah! Mum arrived in London on Monday for the "Mum's Summer Adventure '06". She was greeted at the airport by a special entourage. Whisked away for sightseeing and drinking adventures, Mum was happy to sit back, chillax (mixture of chill and relax) and soak up the sights of this rather lovely city.
Special Entourage: Heathrow. 
Big Benjamin was one stop on the tour, as was Downing Street (replete with policeman carrying massive machine guns), Picadilly Cicrus, Trafalgar Square, etc etc etc. Last night we trotted off to a 'Jack the Ripper Walking Tour' of the East End. It was grimy and spooky. After we'd learnt more than we cared to about Jack the Ripper's penchant for chopping up the old gin soaked soiled doves of Whitechapel, we crossed into Brick Lane for a Curry and Lager feast. 
Isn't she cute as a button, folks?
More sightseeing is on the cards this week, before we take off to Paris on Bastille Day, Friday 14th. Hurrah!
Thursday, July 6

