Postcards from Tattersalls Lane

Friday, January 1, 2010

Postcards from Tattersalls Lane

Had Little Fudz tonight with Ms Parsons. Camy's was awesome, as ever. We gorged ourselves to the point of hurling on steamed beef dumplings, fried chicken and prawn dumplings, pork buns, chinese broccoli with oyster sauce, and taro cake. Then, after glancing at Section 8 and considering a bevoix there (decided against, has apparently become a breeding ground for suits) followed through to San Churro for coffee and churritos in chocolate sauce. Suffice to say I now look like the hippopotomous on the roof eating cake.

Artist's rendering. Not shown to actual size.

We saw Lovely Bones. But before that, we saw an Ed Hardy Bowling Alley. Apparently this is a place where douches can meet, without fear of persecution, much like Section 8. As for Lovely Bones, look, I liked it. Don't judge me. Peter Jackson can do no wrong and I dodn't mind the amendments to the text (particularly losing the love story bit. Totally fine with that, I thought it was the weakness in the original). I just want to know, When did Marky Mark, of Funky Bunch Fame, become a serious Actor. Did I miss that entirely? This is what happens when the only movies I see in any stretch of time involve only sparklepires and fursploding werewolves (TM).