Elvis Costello

I watched more ABC1 today.

Yay.

And then, after much deliberation, I dragged Krease to Wokingland, as it is BARGAIN MONDAY at the cinema. We decided to watch Final Destination 3.

Holy fucking SHIT.

That was horrific and a HALF.

I mean, I remembered from previous Final Destinations that it was going to be inventively gory, but Christ Almighty, they really went in for the kill this time round. Ouch. But, it was relatively good, I think. I spent the majority of the film with my hands covering my eyes and shouting "£OH MY GOD". But without the pound sign. I don't know why that is there.

On the way home, Kris and I were attacked by an old, uh, friend, who may or may not go by the name of Crazy Caz. My God, she can talk.

I very nearly had to walk home with her.

Yikes.

At home, I proceeded to watch the Wedding Singer again. I loves it, I do, I do.