Monday, November 03, 2003

...Had just had my shit sac stitched back into place when...

...my mother came to visit for the weekend. We went to see the mousetrap. The play was, of course, shite. The set was, of course, shite. The actors were, of course, too shite to make it on to The Bill. The music was, of course, shite.
BUT
I worked out whodunnit before the interval so I had a whole hour of feeling incredibly smug and thus enjoyed myself immensely.
ALTHOUGH
I should point out that this didn't stop me prolapsing again.