The cake was a success.

Tomorrow Sally has to cook for twenty-five people for their staff party. This meant a schlep around the supermarkets of Arklow this morning, sourcing various ingredients. Then back to the house and chopping and cooking and cleaning and the rest. I was Kitchen Porter du jour and peeled and cleaned mostly, although I did assemble the Eggplant Parmigiano.

In the background was the Scooby Doo movie which sounded like it wouldn't kill me to watch it. We brought it home with the shopping and it's already had two viewings.

I watched Channel Four's 100 sexiest moments last night and there were some I'd never heard of, let alone seen. Some of which were actually sexy, although Honey Rider just doesn't do it for me, I'm afraid. She gets the legacy award, no question, but that clip from The Secretary was much more, er, on the spot (although having looked at IMDB I don't know if I ever want to see that movie).

Because I'm incapable of watching any one channel for more than about four minutes I also watched most of Ginger Snaps and that is a nasty little movie which I might want to see all of one day, but really, tails like that do not look good on anyone.

I might (will probably) have to go to England for Tuesday and Wednesday of next week. Bollocks. I really don't want to. I just want to wind down to my two week and one day vacation and not have to worry about anything more complicated than whose couch am I going to sleep on after the christmas party.

Oh well, it pays the bills.

Holy shit, they caught Saddam Hussein. Now what? Fuck me! I thought that guy was dead or on a Pacific Island somewhere.