Another lonely Tuesday night

Avon, Manuel, and Stringer

just another night in the crib...

Little Miss Manuel and I were having a little chat the other day about what to do on my next night off. It was a strange conversation, not in what she suggested but how I reacted. Lets play it back. Bear in mind I'm a 34 year old white man from Ireland who works as a waiter and has never released a rap album or wears excessive amounts of gold or God forbid baggy sweat pants.

"Hey honey I was thinking that you are off on Tuesday night and that we should do something."

I grunted a mild form of interest. I really am a prize catch ladies!

She persevered, bless, "We could get an early dinner somewhere then maybe go to the movies. You can pick. Then back to yours for something sweet..." I know what you are thinking I was thinking the same but she followed up with "...or even some nice cheese and crackers."

My response was, and I swear to God this is verbatim...

"Yo hon, it ain't gonna play like that. I ain't leaving the crib on T day for no fricking movies or some shit like that. You feel me?"

As soon as I said it I knew I was a dead man.

"You feel me? Sorry did you say You feel me? and what the fuck is it ain't gonna play like that?"

And before I could apologise and explain myself she hit me with, " Catch a bloody grip to yourself. You can sit in your crib on your bloody own on T day you dick."

And then she whacked me on the head with the movie guide. I really did feel that.

It's not my fault though, well not directly. I've been watching the greatest TV show since well forever, THE WIRE. I've been watching 2 sometimes 3 episodes a night. It really is that good. You cant help yourself get really fully submerged into it. The plots are great, the script better, and the characters fantastic. I know this is nothing new to you Americans out there but I've only discovered it recently thanks to Medbh and the second best thing on TV Charlie Brooker. If you don't believe me, and why would you, then watch a clip from Brooker's Screenburn show were he talks about THE WIRE. Genius.

If you are like me and you can't be mithered looking for it on the Geek Channel then seasons 1 to 3 are available on DVD. You may also be able to get it through other more nefarious means but I really couldn't comment on that.

You feel me dawg?

What a day(dream)!

Yesterdays victorious team

What a fantastic day! Everything, well almost everything, went to plan. There was a problem with breakfast as I couldn't get black pudding, but I wasn't going to let that ruin the day.

From breakfast to bedtime, the whole day was a roller coaster of excitement and exhilaration. The football was really exciting and Manchester United's 3 nil was justified and a fitting end to our season. After the match I made passionate love with Little Miss Manuel. Upon climax I roared "I am man, worship me", and she did.

We showered and changed and indulged in more alpha sex. We looked like stars as we left the house. LMM positively glowed in her sexy red dress and I looked like James Bond in jeans, all be it a slightly shorter James Bond.

We dined on a dozen fresh oysters washed down with champagne. Extravagant I know, but one must live life when one has the opportunity. For main course I had lamb cutlets with apricot and fig compot, crispy aubergine and mint jus. LMM had chicken with stuff. The wine flowed, the food was good, the service was, well it wasn't me. We laughed and loved.

Instead of retiring to a local hostelry for late night beverages we decided to pick up a bottle and head back to my house. Here we picked up from where we had left off earlier, with lots more love making. The night ended as beautifully as it had started. We fell asleep in each other arms in front of the fire.

I thank God, that United won yesterday and that I booked a restaurant during the week and that we didn't stay in all night and have a fry up for dinner and watch Casualty and that LMM didn't go home with a headache, "don't bloody touch me", at 10pm. Because if that had happened on my first Saturday night of this year that would have been a disaster.

Oh and Little Miss "you bloody owe me a night out" Manuel has her blog up and running.