Round One:
Unhinged.
Surf’s up:
Tubular.
Over the top:
My friends, showing up on a French (heavy) Metal website? A picture I took, no less. Weird. “Jesus f’ing rocks,” indeed.
Westminster notes.
The neighborhood.
The famous South London Tube Map.
Now I know where I am.
Trivia Purists:
Now might be the time to look at an Apple phone.
Or the search for the best Little Black Book. I have to agree, Moleskin is the best so far, but might not be the best.
Sex in the City (Movie):
I’m just wondering, where I’ve seen this before, boy gets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back, they live happily ever after. Married at the altar. Personally, I still find the Las Vegas Bass Pro Shop, under canopy of fishing poles, with an Elvis presiding, to be a far more attractive proposition. But that’s just me. The movie hits all the predictable buttons, the punches are timed right, it all rolls along. You can take the girl out of the city but you can’t take the city out of the girl. Oh New York, that you were so cold and distant.
Sex in the City II:
Well, this isn’t a city, so there’s no worry here, but I was curious about this scene.