My Mum should have been 64 today but life’s a bastard sometimes. To celebrate her life I had a Robbie Williams night, she loved him and I see her in his lyrics. Hell, I see me in his lyrics too.

Two movies, two bottles of wine and Robbie live at Knebworth, I’m seeing Angels, too. Mr Bojangles where are you now?

I have fairly vivid dreams almost every night but, like most people, rarely remember many details when I wake up. Last night, though, I was a Marine fighting an alien invasion (I think I am playing too much Resistance on the PS3). Just as we are about to hit the streets to kick some alien ass, there was the following exchange:

Commander: we’re marines and one thing we do better than the aliens is salute so if you’re not sure who to shoot, get them to salute
Me: but Sir some of us are British and our salutes are weak
Commander: then you are going to die

And earlier this week our spa needed more chlorine and some pH lessening agent. Rather than make two trips outside I put the liquid chlorine into a cup and then poured the pH-down powder. Boom, instant reaction, much frothing chemicals and release of toxic gases. The smell was terrible and I inhaled enough of it to encourage some vomiting and difficulty breathing for about two hours. I don’t do doctors but I almost caved into the wife’s demands that we go to the ER. On the plus side, my cold seems to have disappeared.

And a Merry Christmas to you all.