The ladyfriend and I went to see a talkie last night. It was Actors starring Michael caine. There were not many of us in the cinema, infact I don't think we numbered more than twenty which was incredible for 'Hettie Night' (for those unsure this is either Friday or Saturday night when most establishments with entertainment value are taken over by Heterosexuals with their loud, garish and unsophisticated ways). I don't know if it was the dissapointing cup final result that kept people away or the threat of a dirty bomb but I was glad to have a clear view of the screen. A huge man sat next to me who gurgled everytime an attractive lady appeared. I should imagine it must have been quite annoying for his wife/girlfriend who he was sitting with to hear his vocal leering. Horrid man.
The ladyfriend and I have set sail on the high seas of fat loss. The door to the cellar has been plastered over. I am not allowed to cook tempting treats. We took half an hour to choose two sandwhiches is Tesco yesterday. It's a minefield for the obese that place.
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