Rappin' Richard

And in this, the last post of the night, I thought I'd include a brilliant link which I've pinched from Megatrobe's blog.

My Boyfriend

New Links!

In the spirit of Christmas, I thought I'd stick some new people on the side of the page.

Aren't you lucky!

Star Wars

As you may have guessed from the title, I watched Star Wars today!

Richard came over this afternoon and, rather than deal with the pain and agony of ad breaks interupting the crucial bits of drama,

("I am your father"

*Cheery jingle*
"Buy Pizza Hut! Everybody likes pizza"
*Cheery jingle*

"No... No.... Noooooooooo")

he brought the DVD with him.

I remember the first time I saw Star Wars, my Dad took me to see it when it first came out, then there was the anxious wait for the other episodes, getting the videos for Christmas so I could watch them any time I wanted, and finally the crushing disappointment at Episodes 1 and 2, but that's another story.

So Richard and I watched the DVD, and then, because we clearly hadn't had enough jedi action for one day, we watched The Empire Strikes Back as well. We could have gone for Return of the Jedi and done all three, but we could think of better things to do by that point.

I've already promised to take Richard to see Episode 3 when it comes out in May, and then we can do all 6! in one day! wouldn't that just be sooo cool! Who wants to join me?

The Dinner Party

Whilst I'm in the blogging mood, I think I will tell you about my birthday dinner party that I hosted a couple of weeks ago.

The day started bright and early with a trip to church, before a last minute dash to Waitrose to pick up some much needed food and wine (although Jon will, no doubt, object to Lambrusco being classed as wine).

Richard arrived around 2, with Jon following shortly afterwards and we engaged in some skillful present wrapping (when I say we, I directed operations from my sofa and used my creative skills to assemble Sophie's present, leaving much of the actual mundane wrapping to Jon and Richard).

Around 5, with my mother starting to panic slightly, we began to cook. I, as head chef, again delegated out tasks to Jon and Richard which they completed with much aplomb. Jon, I must say, is amazing! He chopped and diced all the potatoes like he'd been born to do it, and when I passed him the onions to chop for the main course, he caught them and began to juggle! to juggle! with onions! and all this was whilst solving Christmas cracker puzzles and giving vital advice on where all the cutlery went on the table.

Richard was also very helpful, in a different, but just as important way (see, I haven't forgotten you sweetie).

We whirled through the kitchen, dancing and singing as we prepared the sweetcorn chouder (a soup thickened with potatoes for anyone who's interested) and the tagliatelle with mushroom sauce (a dish that has previously featured on both this blog and Richard's). It was all prepared on time, although the guests did start arriving before I had a chance to get dressed up, and the meal was completed with a minimum amount of fuss and panic. There was one slightly embarrassing moment when I served Jess and empty pot of ice cream, but that was dealt with very smoothly by the wonderful Sophie (who also provided the apple tart for dessert, she's a star!).

After dinner, we retired to the living room for some cheese and port. After Richard, Jess and Chris had left, we dug out the hair gel I'd given Jon for Christmas and styled his hair into a variety of amusing shapes before sitting up late into the night discussing politics. It was a brilliant party!

Oh, and when I woke up the next morning, Jon had done the washing up!