Oh dear, what a disaster.

Yesterday evening I was relaxing in my lounge, watching the first episode of Stephen Fry’s excellent Stephen Fry in America on BluRay (oooh check me), and thoroughly enjoying it.

I’d had dinner a few minutes before, so wasn’t particularly hungry – and was off out to the pub in an hour or so, so didn’t really want to eat/drink anything else before that.

A scene pops up, whereupon Stephen is at the home of Ben & Jerries ice cream and – get this – being invited to make up his own flavor (sic) using various ingredients. The result looked utterly delicious and – according to the TV programme – was.

At this point I had two choices:

1) Continue to watch the show
2) Pause the show, get out of chair, put my shoes on, walk down the road to ASDA, buy a pot of Ben & Jerries Cookie Dough ice cream, walk back home, take shoes off, get spoon out, sit back down, open Cookie Dough pot and resume show whilst scoffing ice cream.

Guess which I chose.

I’d hope that the remaining episodes feature him going on a salad-only diet and cycling everywhere, but I’ve a feeling epsiode 2 may be at a brewery. Oh dear.

Pat

Feeling: A bit hungover, but not too bad. Off to Regents Park to watch us win the ashes today, wooh!
Song in head: None, oddly!