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Hopefully I’m in good enough shape now to prove a valuable member of the team in tonight’s music pub quiz. They’re not that common round here and this here quiz is something of a yearly event apparently. I’ll be taking it easy all the same cos tomorrow I’m driving round for all kinds of meetings from 9 till 7. Have I mentioned it’s quite hot this week? Well it is and so I was inspired to finally take the car to mechanics to get the air conditioning sorted out. It’s always been working but had the inconvenient feature of howling like some demented banshee on helium, which attracts more attention that I’d care for when driving round town. Anyroad, 4 quid or 80 pesos later and it’s sorted, a loose belt or screw or summink. Nice one, Sr. Mecánico.
Mazamitla this weekend for Sita’s second to the power of five birthday. Apparently it’s going to bucket down on Saturday. That would be most welcome. And tomorrow, I’m told, is Towel Day. Not really a Mexican festival, indeed I think this bloke just made it up, it’s to celebrate Douglas Adams’s life or indeed liff.


But I bought skypeout credits and can now call UK landlines for 2p a minute and the States for 1p from my computer. How cool is that? Victims today: Chris in Bristol, Bert in London, Beth in Taunton and apparently (sarita’s signed in on my account right now chatting away to) Tanya in SC, CA.



It’s been nearly 3 weeks since I watched a new film. That’s how busy I’ve been. Shame it had to be Mission Impossible 3 though. Rating from me, barely 3 lulus and from Sita, a solid 3 lulus. It’s one of those overwhelming action films which never stops. Time bombs in people’s heads that can only be defused by near fatal electric shocks… Impregnable fortresses… exotic locations… and guns, guns, guns. This is normally just my kind of thing, but it was layed on so thick it was hard to take it all in. Shellshocked I was when we left. In the first 25 minutes I was hoping there was going to be a theme running through it where the Cruiser reprised all his past acting roles. Early on he’s mixing a drink, a la Cocktail, then riding his motorbike at dawn, a la Top Gun. Then I lost track. The next film should be more sedate. Or X Men 3…