For those of my regular followers i apologise in advance, there are going to be no revelations of our behaviour on nights out, tales of who did what and when, or details of our conversations. You know the old adage, what goes on tour stays on tour.

I don’t want to ramble on about the excellent riding we did, how knackered we were at the end of each day, or bore you with a review of the log cabin we rented. The post is around the fact that 4 guys can meet up once a year, and get on as a closely bonded unit like we spend every weekend of our lives together.

It is really odd that the 4 of us can simply rock up at some lodgings, get organised and instantly pull together in getting things done, throw often offensive banter around at each other without anyone taking offence and just simply going with the flow. It is really bizarre at times, almost like being married to each other, you know how everyone takes their tea, coffee and what the preferences in Alcohol are. But, when our weekends come to an end, we all head off back to our wives, armed with banter that can be stored for the next get together. Once home no-one can resist the urge to continue to take the piss via one of our favoured social media platforms, we think we are very funny, most normal people would probably disagree. But that is part of our 40 something charm, in fact one of the guys is soon going to be 50, and that will bring epic proportion banter (Well he is 48 next year, but for me that is close enough to 50 !!)

Great banter and a close friendship allow us to be a tight unit, even when a new comer joins us, they have to fit in or they don’t get invited back. We are all quite lucky to have this friendship, i personally feel quite privileged to have such good mates.

The next time we will get together will be for Survival Saturday in December, and look what happened last year.

I do remember starting with a Rogan Josh in the early days and graduating upwards on the Scoville Counter towards, and only on one occasion, a Phall, but never again to be repeated!!

The long suffering Mrs Ellis and I once went on a Thai Cookery Course at the Ashburton Cookery School, something that i can recommend, albeit for us a hell of a long drive. On the course the chef told us about the Scoville Scale and how hot different Chillies are. An example of the scale is seen below;

I have tested a Habanero Chilli on my tongue, it was akin to someone chopping my tongue off and removing it from my mouth, it was dead to sensation, weird!!

I also remember the time i cooked a very nice meal for an ex-girlfriend, she commented on the fact that she loved Chilli Con Carne as she popped round to my house with a lovely bottle of white in her hand, and how gorgeous the food smelt. It needed some time to simmer so i chopped my final ingredient, Chillies, added them to the dish and settled on the sofa. However things got a little ‘friendly’ a little earlier than expected and only when said ex-girlfriend started crying did i realise that i had not washed my hands after chopping the Chillies and she was suffering the after effects of this, poor girl, we never went out again, and i ate my now Chilli Con Carne for 1 alone.

So, my addiction, for some reason i have been eating too much Chilli just recently, possibly spurred on by the fact i read that eating hot Chillies can aid weight loss, in for a penny and all that ……. However my weight has not diminished, i just have a hankering for more Chilli, last week i even considered putting some Tabasco on my scrambled egg, i’m starting to become odd, eeek! I do love Chillies, but need to find an alternative solution to my weight loss, maybe just a simple diet may be best, it just wont be the same. Fajitas for tea tonight, and i have some special little Birds Eye Chillies in the fridge to spice up the occasion, i really am becoming weird !!

This week an indiscretion from my past has come back to haunt me, however the blame firmly landed in the lap of my younger brother.

We can go back to 1986, just a mere 26 years for one of my indiscretions to have blown away and be completely forgotten. At the time i was a student and working as a part-time DJ in a local pub in the small town where i grew up. The town was quite insular and everyone in their late teens and early twenties knew everyone else. Angela was a little younger than me, but was a fine specimen of a young lady, with a great body, boobs and bum, i saw Angela as a challenge waiting to be completed. I was being very in-appropriate.

I worked my charm, whit and sophistication over a few weeks to worm my way onto Angela’s radar, and then managed to get my golden ticket when Angela told me her parents were away for the weekend, and i could stay over with her if i wanted to, keeerrchiing, in like flint. I don’t share other details, but i can share that my Monday morning i had returned to College with a smile like a Cheshire Cat and a certain swagger in my stride. However i had decided that i had ticked the box and decided that there was no future for Angela and I, and anyway Samantha was on my radar now, always look to go forward, you shouldn’t go back. I do recall that Angela was very upset with me, in fact she was seething and had openly declared that she would get revenge. I also recall her Dad took an interest in where his daughter went at night and often came into the pub i DJ’d in, standing at the bar staring at me. I heard also from a number of people that his daughter was so upset with me that she has shared the details of my indiscretion with her Mum and Dad and her Dad was also looking for some revenge. I moved away from home a couple of months later for other reasons, but the move did relieve the pressure i was becoming increasingly under.

We fast forward to 2013, to earlier this week when i had to take the dog to the vet. I wandered down to the vets and walked in to the waiting area, it was empty apart from one couple sat together at the far end of the room. The receptionist was not around so i wandered in to sit down. I glanced at the couple and gave them a quick ‘Hi’, and then immediately double taked them both, OMG it was only Angela’s parents. Avoiding further eye contact i sat down and picked up a leaflet on Fleas and buried my head into the interesting publication, doing my best to avoid having to speak to them. As i began to think that they did not recognise me Angela’s mum piped up to me, ‘Excuse me, do we know you, you look very familiar?’, ‘eeeer no i don’t think so’ came my reply. Just then the receptionist returned ‘Hello Coco Ellis’ she called. Angela’s parents both swung their head around and stared at me, ‘I thought you that was who you are, but are you Richard or Robert?’, silence, ‘Did you go to school with our daughter Angela XXXXXX?’, think quickly and stay calm, ‘I think so’ i replied, ‘thats OK then, you must be Robert, Angela was the same age as you, your brother is older, right?’, ‘yes that correct, Richard is the older brother’, i cunningly replied. ‘I thought so, you were the nicer one of the two, you were always very polite, but your brother, he was just vile’, she spat at me, ‘oh!’, i said, ‘Do you know what he did to Angela, he sweet talked her into letting him stay at our house for the weekend, ate our food, drunk our drink, and god knows what else, and then completely dropped her’, ‘really’ i quipped ‘that was Richard all over’, for the next 5 minutes they both went on and on about Richard, i just listened to them slagging me off, suppressing my amusement. I was actually quite relieved when Coco was called through to see the Vet. When we had finished with the Vet i felt that i needed to put closure to the conversation, and was contemplating actually coming clean. But when it came to the moment my mouth did not communicate as my brain told it to, ‘Nice to see you again Mr and Mrs XXXXXX, give my love to Angela’, and gave them a cheery wave as i exited the building with tears of laughter rolling down my cheeks.

I am thinking i should go and seek forgiveness for this, however the blame lands in the hands of my Hormones, they were raging at the time and they are obviously to blame. My brother taking the blame, what the hell, it was really the Evil Me !!!!!!

When i travel on business i try to blend in by eating in busy-ish restaurants away from the hotel that have a touch of local cuisine and charm. This week has not really been that different, however i have had some really strange experiences.

Sunday night is a great prime example of this. I decided to try a small bistro come pizza restaurant in Paris, from the outside it looked busy, and i mentally noted that all of the diners were not seated in the window to make the place look busier than it was. The waitress greeted me and guided me swiftly to my table for one, next to a little old French lady who was on first glance sat alone. I gave a cursitory Bonjour and swiftly moved on to checking my Twitter feed. I noticed that the old lady kept talking to herself, obviously laughing about something and sort of sharing a joke with someone, naturally thinking she was a little bonkers, i left her to it, zoning her out. My food arrived and i prepared to tuck in, when i suddenly felt a weight on my foot, a warm heavy weight. I curiously looked down and saw a dog sitting on my foot, nose in the air, sniffing, it had smelt my Steak and fancied sharing it with me. The waiter noticed immediately and ran over, shooing the dog away and telling it off in French, he even knew the 4 legged demons name, strange. The meal passed without further incident and as i left the embarassed waiter asked if i would like a little Cognac on the house, i asked why, and he proceeded to tell me that the dog upsets a lot of customers and the old lady has bought a bottle of Cognac to give a little drink to dis-gruntled customers, i wasn’t really that bothered about the dog, unhygenic yes, but a problem in comparision with our own Coco no, but took the drink anyway. The waiter went on to explain that the lady and her husband have been going to the restaurant every Sunday for 20 years, and when the said husband died last year the old lady decided to take her dog instead for their dinner. I actually felt a twinge of guilt for not attempting (in my finest French) to talk to her. I explained that the dog had not really bothered me, and he went on to explain that i was very lucky, the dog normally pops up at the neighbouring table and steals the meat off customers plates if he gets a chance, it is very embarrassing he explained but they have been coming for a long time. Sharp Exit, won’t be rushing back there then!! Thanks for the Cognac !!

Next stop Brussels. I had decided to take a walk around the town for half and hour and get some fresh air, so ambled around the streets checking out the local dining options. Whilst walking along a small street, of predominently Thai restaurants i came across a packed restaurant that looked like it was buzzing, on a Monday i thought, must be worth trying. The restaurant was found to be very busy with English and American visitors. The guy at the table asked if i had been before and i said no, “The head waiter is mad, thinks he is a popstar or something” the guy told me. I ordered my food, a beer and waited for the food to arrive. Out of the corner of my eye i noticed the head waiter, walking around singing to the customers, not particularly well but in a fun and lighthearted way. A bit of Elvis, a bit of the Righteous Brothers, and then he did what i would not have expected, put on a pair of sunglasses and started dancing like Psy, doing a bit of Gangman Style, i nearly dropped my Pad Thai Noodle, everyone in the restaurant was really laughing, it sort of finished as quickly as it started and normal service resumed. Psy made a few more guest appearances through the meal, but it was not nearly as funny as the first time.

Next on to Antwerp. I was tired and not really in the mood to go out. So i grabbed a quick couple of Guinnesses in the Irish Pub next to the hotel and decided to eat in a small restaurant just across the road. It was a really nice, rustic local restaurant. I couldn’t decided what to eat so i asked the waiter what he would eat if he was dining in there, Lamb Fillet he told me, it is the best. I’m pretty sure that he said Lamb Fillet as to my surprise when the dish arrived it looked more like Lamb Cock, the waiter even watched as i took a picture of it. to the waiters credit, the food was really nice and i really enjoyed it, a good recommendation. I paid my bill at the end of the meal and the waiter said “you think your food looked like a Dick, yes?”, i laughed and said i did, “i keep telling the chef that people think that, but he says it is his signature dish and that is how he likes it to look”, he said, i just walked out of the restaurant shaking my head.

Home tomorrow morning, im looking forward to some ‘normal’ dining !!

Kids always ask awkward questions

I’m quite fortunate that my kids are that little bit older now, aged 12 and 14. I still remember those dark days when the kids were younger and they would ask the wrong questions at the wrong time, say the wrong thing at the wrong time or even do the wrong thing at the wrong time. However a new sinister pattern is starting to emerge, instead of innocently asking questions that make you and your friends laugh at when they are asked, i have now worked out that older children, like mine, ask difficult questions at in-appropriate times and then stand back and watch how you react and deal with them, laughing.
My Daughter has always had a strong personality (Think Karen from Outnumbered). I still recall to this day the time i took her shopping at a large supermarket chain when she was about 5. Those were the days when supermarkets encouraged a new breed of young shopper by providing junior trolleys for them to push around, getting in peoples way and bumping into their heels. My Daughter had set off on our Father and Daughter shopping quest picking up various items and loading them into her cart, with me following behind, getting really stressed, taking things out that she was not going to have. Shampoo costing £5.00, Drinks, Biscuits, Crisps, Wine !! (For my wife, i hasten to add). I was in a spin, this adventure was getting out of control, and i eventually cracked, taking everything out of the said trolley, and my daughter ………….. simply pushed the trolley to one side, dropped her hand onto her hip, cocked her hip and said “Dad, you are starting to Piss Me Off”. My jaw dropped, the world entered a period of suspension, everything slowed down and i heard people say, “Did you hear what that little girl said???”, I most certainly had. Collecting myself i laughed (wrong thing to do i now realise) and said “where did you hear that?”, “I was told it was OK to say by someone at School, and its not swearing”. Kids, they don’t miss anything, and i had just come to realise that you can’t say or do anything without them picking up on it.

So, moving forward, the kids are now older but they have learnt to operate in a new more sinister and scary way. Over Christmas my wife and I were sat in our living room quite late on one evening when our daughter appeared downstairs from her bedroom to get a drink. She came and sat with us for around half and hour before i suggested it was bed-time. “Why don’t you want to stay up?”, “I’m tired” i replied, “Or is it that you want to go to bed and have sex”, said my Daughter. If we were, we were no longer going to, she just sat there laughing, enjoying watching her mum and dad squirming.

Last Friday i was Sky+ surfing, there really wasn’t much on and i was sat alone. I found some weird documentary on the Police in Amsterdam, i thought it was worth a giggle to watch. I was happily watching the strange mix of Space Cowboys, Cake Eaters and Hookers doing their thing when my son appeared, “Whats this Dad?”, “just a programme on Amsterdam”, “Why are those women standing in their doorways wearing their bra and knickers?”, that moment again, i gave him that look, trying to judge what he knew and what he didn’t, i turned it around on him, “What do you think?” …… ha got him ……… wrong “They’re Prostitutes, didn’t you know, i thought you were a man of the world”, boom, the 12 year old gets me again, all part of his game.

So, parents of the world beware, these kids are getting better, i thought i was always one step ahead, but i am slowly beginning to have my doubts. My new mantra ………. Must try harder, must try harder.

As the New Year austerity kicks in, yep, Christmas for me was probably like the rest of us, spend too much money and then in January realise how skint you are. Short of going to Wonga (Never done it, and never intend to !!) or running up another fortune on the good old flexible friend, we decided to have a couple of months of austerity and economise. This has entailed me taking my own lunch to work, instead of nipping to good old Sainsbury, or using the revolting sandwich van. Last week i took, Lasagne, Left over curry from the night before and some chilli con carne, all homemade, to work, and i actually really enjoyed eating proper food. Fortunately we love cooking and are always happy to make a little extra when we cook so i have some left over to have the next day.

One of my colleagues asked me this week if there is a simple dish that they could cook quickly in the week that they could re-heat the next day, so i have decided to drop this one on my Blog today, and it is a corker.

Ingredients (For 2)

1 large or 2 small chicken Breasts

2 large leeks or 3 medium ones

Half a jar of green pesto

Tub of low fat creme fraiche

Handful of Pine Nuts

2 Handfuls of Dry Pasta (You can use whatever you have in but i always use Frusili shaped pasta)

Handful Grated Parmesan cheese

Method

Pre-heat the over to 180 degrees

Put a pan of water on the hob and bring to the boil, there should be enough water to cover the dry pasta by around 50%. Once boiling add the pasta and boil until the pasta becomes squeezable but still quite firm (Usually around 5-10 mins depending on the pasta you use). Once cooked, drain the pasta and tip into a large bowl.

Slice the chicken breast into 1 cm slices and on a separate chopping board top and tail the leeks and remove the outer leaf, and chop into 2.5cm slices. Rinse the leeks in cold water and allow to drain on a piece of kitchen towel.

Warm 2 tblsp of Olive Oil in a frying pan until hot but not smoking and add the chicken, fry until the chicken is sealed, a couple of minutes should do this and then add the Leeks, fry for 3-4 minutes until the leeks start to brown. Tip the Chicken and Leek into the mixing bowl with the Pasta.

Add the Pesto, Creme Fraiche and Pine Nuts to the bowl and mix together, coating the Chicken and Leeks well and then empty into an oven proof dish, there should be enough of the sauce to cover the Chicken, Leek and Pasta, sprinkling the Parmesan cheese over the top.

Place in the oven for 30 mins until bubbling and the cheese has turned brown.

Serve with some toasted Ciabatta and of course a lovely glass of wine, unless like me you don’t drink in January !!

Every year is the same, we have the delights of December over-indulgence, you know, Christmas dinners with customers, Nights out with friends, the ubiquitous company Christmas party, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Years Eve, New Years Day, Eat, Drink, Eat, Drink, Eat, Drink ……………. it just goes on and on, until you wake up, as you have done in the last week and go, “great a New Year, i must get fit and lose weight”.

And so, January arrives, we look in the mirror and remember all of the excesses that December bought and make that decision, it is time to change. It is reported that up to 30% of New Gym memberships are taken out in January, with 60% of these new members giving up attending the gym within 3 months of joining, despite having  signed up for a year (Daily Mail). It is thought that £37m per year is spent on wasted gym memberships or slimming clubs each year.

I am as guilty as most other people and have done exactly the same, in fact I cancelled my gym membership last July after having it for 18 months and visiting just 24 times. My best intentions were always there, i always promised myself that i would go more from next week, but next week never actually came.

Having said that, i actually do exercise but i am not regimented enough to go to a gym. I try to swim at least once a week, seeing as though i do work for the worlds biggest swimwear brand, this is a bit of a must. Swimming is a great way of keeping fit, it is all round body exercise and can burn the same amount of calories as Jogging (Freestyle swimming at a moderate pace burns 100 cals in 10 mins), and it doesn’t cause havoc with your knees. I do get a bit bored swimming lengths and alleviate my boredom with a great gadget, an Aquabeat Waterproof MP3 player, check the link, well worth the money.

I also cycle a lot, in fact i cycle at least twice a week either off or on the road, in the day or at night. Another great way of exercising, i frequently burn off over 1000 calories on a ride. Living in the countryside i am lucky enough to have a wide choice of riding on my doorstep, it does help making this exercise a pleasure. You can check out my Cycling blog if you are interested, theorginalmamil .

So, what am i trying to say. The New Year is a great time to start to look at yourself and set some goals, but make sure that a) you really do want to achieve them and b) your goals are realistic. It is not always necessary to join a gym and commit to a years worth of membership, but look at alternative solutions and find something that really floats your boat, if nothing else, just get out and walk the dog, that is an easy win and good way to start.

Enjoy the New year, and if you decide to make an effort like me, good luck.

The highs were equally as important, what a great year we had over here in the UK, for example Sir Bradley winning the TDF (I was off work sick and watched this race un-fold on a daily basis), the Olympians, Para-Olympians and the Gamesmakers attending London 2012 and making the event the best ever Olympic games in modern history, the Queens jubilee (i still can’t believe that my son met the Queen and Duchess of Cambridge and shook their hand, then took a week and a half to tell me as he didn’t think it was important enough!!) amongst other things.

Last night i was listening to people talking about their NY resolutions, some of the planned resolutions were quite good, others were a little weird and the rest were about as achievable as pushing a lake up a hill with a rake, be realistic it’s never going to happen if you set your goals too high.

I gave my ideas for my resolutions some serious thought and decided that i would set 7 milestones in my list for 2013, some easy, some sensible and some typical DadBlogger style wishes, and i have decided to share them, and add some dialogue alongside to give you some clarity on why they are there. So, here goes ;

1. Dry January (and February) – Check the link out for this one. Alcohol Concern have launched this new campaign today, raising awareness about over excessing. Feel better. Save money. Make a difference. Your chance to ditch the hangover, reduce the waistline, and save the pennies. The mission: to avoid that cheeky after work pint, that glass of wine on the sofa, or that big boozy night out, for the whole month. I do add that i usually cut out the odd drink or two in January, but this year i am going do my 58 days from tomorrow, totally abstaining.

2. Give Something Back – I haven’t done this one before as a New Year resolution, but i have decided to raise a minimum of £500 for my nominated charity for 2013, the Stroke Association. These guys were really helpful to me in 2012 when i realised i knew bugger all about strokes and they sort of pointed me in the right direction, at this point i don’t know what i am going to do but i’m sure you will find out soon on the Blog.

3. Family Time – My kids are now 12 and 14 and even though i am a young at heart Dad i do not want to lose touch with their needs and requirements. Work is really important to everyone, but so is family time and i am going to ensure that in 2013 we have more family time together.

4. My Blog – Since i was Blog raped a few months ago i have let my Blog wain a little, but i’m going to Blog every week, ideally on a Sunday in 2013, FB or Tweet me if anyone has a certain subject that they would like me to DadBlogger-ise.

5. Shed a few more pounds – No, i don’t mean chuck a bundle on Red or Black at the Casino, i mean lose a little more weight. For those of you who know me realise how i already treat my body like a Temple (not !!), it just needs a little re-building and pointing up here and there, alternatively i may just buy some Spanx for men !!

6. Buy Mrs E Flowers – I hereby commit to buying the long suffering Mrs E flowers every month, i also promise not to but the said flowers from the Co-Op or Petrol station (I never have before and i don’t intend to start now)

7. Not To Have Another Stroke – Enough said

I would like to be realistic here, these are all achievable and my aim is to get there. If you haven’t set a goal for 2013, today is a good one to choose that goal. Do something different, something that you either need to do, or have never done before. Make 2013 your year, and i hope that you make it happen.

I hope that 2013 is a good year for you, and your dreams come true. I would just like to with everyone a Happy New year and tremendous 2013.

INGREDIENTS

2 large pieces of Cod Loin, approx 250g each

4 Tablespoon Red Curry Paste

Dessicated Coconut

Zest of 1 Lime

Juice of 1 Lime

Dark Soy Sauce

140g Basmati Rice (I always use Tilda)

Sweet Chilli Sauce

Finely Chopped Red Chilli

INSTRUCTIONS

Heat the oven to 180c.

Boil a pan of water for the rice

Take 2 pieces of tin foil approximately 40cm in length and place a piece of Cod in the centre of each piece of foil.

Spread 2 tablespoons of Red Curry Paste over each piece of fish on the top side only.

Sprinkle approximately 2 tablespoons of Dessicated Coconut over each piece, half of the Lime Juice, Half of the Zest and a good splash of Soy Sauce.

Bring the edges of the foil to the centre and then scrunch all of the edges to make a parcel shape that is sealed all around.

Place in the oven for 25-30 minutes.

Add the rice to the pan and follow the instructions for cooking, this is usually around about 10-15 minutes, but if you are feeling really lazy (or unsure) you can use the microwave variety.

Drain the rice and put on a place.

Remove the fish from the oven and open the foil, beware of the steam escaping, it can be hot.

Take the fish from the foil and place on top of the rice, drizzle over a teaspoon of sweet chilli sauce and scatter with the red chillies.

Eat, and enjoy the taste sensation.

A short review, yep, there are hundreds on-line, if you really want to check then do it, but probably best to part with £8 and go and see it for yourself.

I was only disappointed with 1 part of my Bond experience, the 28mins from where the film was due to start and when it actually did, and i blame the exploits of the pesky Pearl and Dean, DuhDeDuhDeDuh.

OK, i have done some marketing, and i know that when you get a captive audience you have to milk it for all it is worth, but surely the people that produce advertising must have some sense, or maybe not as the case may be.

The anticipation was building at 10.59am yesterday morning, the new Bond film was due to start at 11.00, the lights in the auditorium dimmed and everyone hushed. The surround sound echoed around us, and then the ADVERTS began, i don’t actually recall agreeing to pay to watch the adverts, i thought i had paid to watch a film. My on-line booking said ‘SKYFALL’, i don’t recall it saying ‘SKYFALL and 28 Minutes of ADVERTS’, mmmmmm………..

So lets take a look of all of these retail delights that the Advert producer was trying to tempt me with. A excellent trailer with all of the different Bond characters in a big car chase with their relevant vehicles, i was actually quite captivated, until the end caption, ‘All of the 007 movies on Sky Movies 007, this week’, thanks guys, i’m sat here in the Cinema and don’t have my iPad to view my Sky Go account, i am here to watch a movie, OK, i may watch a Bond movie later, so i will sort of forgive you.

Next, Daniel Craig being chased by some baddies on a train, all ending up in the buffet car (Very dis-similar to the one on the East Coast service), and then cracking open a couple of Heineken Beers, i’m not being funny here, i like a beer like the next man, but come on you are suggesting that i crack open a Heiny at 11am, i had my son with me, and a stop at the local AA on the way home is out of the question.

The adverts continue; O2, sorry but I’m already on Vodafone; Sony Viao Computer, sorry i love my Macbook Pro; Mobile Phone, iPhone; the adverts were getting on my tits now; Mazda car, no thanks will stick with the company car; Orange Wednesday, mmmm nope Vodafone; Sony Tablet, iPad; Audi, how many cars does one need; and this goes on and on and on, trying, yes very. There was a Berghaus advert, excellent i love the brands of the company i work for.

Come on Reel Cinemas, i have paid for 3 hours parking and i don’t want a ticket, get the adverts over with and start the bloody film, it did eventually.

I got back to my car at 3hrs 12 mins, just as the warden was hovering over my car, he was a decent guy and let me off. However lets go back to my winge, if i want to see adverts then either tell me what time the film starts properly or tell me how long i am going to be subjected to the advertising onslaught. There was nothing that i needed, and if there was, i was in the Cinema to watch a film, i was not off shopping. You may think that the advertising did its trick as i remembered so many, however you are wrong, i made it a mission to remember the ads i was so bored, like the game you play at childrens parties where the items on a tea tray are covered with a tea towel and you have to remember what was on the tray.

Look Cinema owners, i know films are expensive and you need to make a profit, but do you really have to subject us to such prolonged advertising, why not raise your revenues in other ways, like charging a £1 per ticket booking fee, or charging £4.80 for a bag of Maltesers and a Fanta, oh i forgot, you do that already.

But, Skyfall was worth watching so i do forgive you, until next time that is.