quick weekend report

Stu and I kicked off Friday night down at a colleague’s party (Hey Janet!) meeting lots of people with an exciting range of accents and unpronounceable names. Beach Boys and Justified songs were drunkenly moidered on the geetar before we hit the toon.
Considering the late hour home it’s a miracle any work got done on Saturday afternoon, but production servers were somehow successfully tweaked with the aid of grimly determined rehydration.

Fairly wasted on Saturday with the kids, mission accomplished.

On Sunday a gang of us ambled off to see Cusack and Liotta in Identity, with absolutely no preconceptions. Though I didn’t actively hate the film it was messy as hell. The odd thought-provoking moment but executed in a cliched and deeply cheesy manner (unbearably so towards the end). Can’t understand the relatively high ratings being bandied about.

Finally I understand from our Dundee correspondent that a special relationship has been established with the one known as Mini Del. I can only fear for the boy…