Here I sit, watching wrestling from the early 80's. I have observed before that for some reason these trunked, normal-looking men from the UK look so much more naked than that of WWE! The crowd are also sitting still and watching. There is the odd spoken encouragement of 'come on, boy'. Goodness I love being British! The commentator has barely raised his voice to scream about what is happening in the ring.

Nitro is chewing the towel she's sitting on. She is perched on the arm of the sofa and looks squidgy.

Anyway, my weekend. I went to Trunx's on Thursday after work, and made a cup of tea while he came back from wrestling practice laden with burgers for me and him. He's doing pretty well from the sonds of things at wrestling and I am actually keen to see him in another match, I guess partially because the guys were so complimentary about my photos, but also because I am much happier about him not being as hurt as I was worried he would be! Still, the day he suggests a death match is the day he gets locked in the airing cupboard! I can only imagine what Mrs Foley goes through every time she watches her beloved taking to the ring!
Friday was cleaning day. I cleaned the bathroom but didn't get much further due to being too hot. Saturday was much the same, except punctuated with thunder and lightning, whereby I stood outside and received a quantity of said weather, which helped to cool down loads.

Jason and Carmel popped round to deliver an engagement present (and help clean up!) unfortunately they couldn't stay for the party. Wow. That is all I can say. This gigantic box was presented to us and after unwrapping several layers of cardboard and foam, we discovered the content: (I'll put a picture up when my camera has more batteries) a framed gold Piece of Mind disc with an inscription for us. It now has pride of place in the living room.

-I could watch this wrestling all day if it wasn't for the *&£^"&%$ adverts!-

We went to pick Oozily up from the station, stopped off for beers on the way back, and on the way out of Sainsburys car park we saw my dad's car pulling out of the roundabout! That was a stroke of luck. My family haven't been to Trunx's before so I was hoping my directions were good enough, but from there they just followed us!

-oo! Giant Haystacks! Performing a "35 stone 2 splash" on some poor fella..-

We went along to the party and thankfully were the first there, so we could greet people as they came in. Everyone was so kind and Master Williams presented me with part 1 of a guide to getting my own way using subtle yet effective violence.. Lol! There were so many lovely presents and Trunx's folks and brother laid out a delicious barbecue. I circulated so much I barely saw Trunx until the end of the evening when he and Jon performed a bit o' folk. I woke up Sunday feeling crushed, like I do when I've been to a cracking concert the night before. It took me a while to identify the feeling but yes, my engagement party being over gave me post concert depression! I went for a walk to clear my fuzzy wine head and took my family to see the White Horse and Dragon Hill. They went home soon after that and we were going to dine in the pub but dawdled a bit and had KFC instead. We then bought a toilet seat. Whee! I then proceeded to attempt to watch the rest of Wrestlemania 22 but failed dismally during the Triple H/Cena match as I was so knackered I slept for about 3 hours. I woke up and suggested Duncan beans for tea, Trunx agreed and we asked his parents round to have some too.

Duncan beans is a baked beans dish spiced up with various curry pastes, things put in a mortar and pestle and onions and is absolutely delicious! His folks brought round left over sausages and we all watched top gear and enjoyed tea.

After they went home we sat outside and watched the sky darken. It was truly lovely and so quiet that despite the sweary man next door's best efforts, he didn't manage to disturb our evening.

Kendo Nagasaki's manager has just called what looks like Bob Carolgees a 'scoundrel'. Bob C responded with a stern, deep Yorkshire accent. British Wrestling! Yey!