Two parties to organise and live through, 10,000 words and life general has conspired to leave a hole in the blogging process. I'm looking at this as a good thing because now I have something else to write about. As a writer, this is pretty fundamental. The two parties were a riot. Imagine if you will, Motley Crue at the peak of their debauchery and you'll be half way to imagining what Rhiannon's seventh birthday was like. Eight 7 year old girls didn't seem like such a big deal when I said yes originally but, as I was about to discover, it is a big deal. You have to entertain them ALL the time because once you lose control, you're sunk. I felt like Schwarzenegger in Kindergarten Cop. The only time I had any semblance of order was when I hung the pinata up by its neck and demanded an orderly line - I'm sure they could smell blood.

It was only afterwards that I realised we had stuffed them with the kids equivalent of 10lb bags of crack cocaine (ie: Haribo, Tango etc). We'll learn... eventually... probably.

I discovered a new author (new for me anyway) this weekend which is always good for the soul. David Baldacci's Total Control. Big time thriller, espionage storylines but far from lumbering along like many of his ilk, the pace is hard and fast. Looking forward to chewing up the ten or so already on the shelf over the next few weeks. I've also started re-reading David Lee Roth's autobiog Crazy From The Heat. As you'd expect, it's pretty good fun, but it also goes a lot deeper than you might imagine. Run out and buy it now - or if you're a lazy arse, you could always click this [Crazy from the Heat] and stock up from my store.

Also decided this morning that it was about time I got this tattoo finished off. So far we have the top part, shoulder and upper arm, but have mostly avoided anything to do with the lower chest area - particularly the bit that goes around the nipple... that looks like it might smart a bit. I must be getting old. It's a bit different from this, which is from the movie Le Pacte de Loups (Brotherhood of the Wolf) because I had Martin do it freehand so it would at least be half authentically tribal. With it being so utterly black, it bled so much that we had to do it far too many sessions than we would have liked but he couldn't see what he was doing half the time. Looks good - my mum will beat me with a spoon though. The original trailer for Le Pacte des Loups is here with another neat one here but there's a cool clip up here, which is the original trailer set to Evanessence. The best film ever come to come out of France. Period. I have a chapter that needs finishing, a kettle that needs filling and whole day of blogging available tomorrow. Will finish up then chumps...

Clip of the day: So Far Away | Stabbing Westward Clip of the yesterday: Parilizer | Finger Eleven and finally, clip of the day before yesterday: Is Anybody Home? | Our Lady Peace