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The correct answer to my previous post was:

The Mormons!

Or rather....go have a coffee, cos momma said talk it out. (yeah, I'm hip, I'm happening)

I watched the incredibly cheesy, "whoops there goes my moody, sophisticated art house image" you all know and love (*ahem*) SCARY MOVIE again last night.

Cheesy comedy films are my chicken soup for the soul. Normally I'd opt for Leslie Nielson, but Scary Movie was on the telly so I let the relaxing waves of apathy soothe me while I drank wine with my flatmate Jon and ate homecooked beef bourguignon. Note that the food was cooked in a manly manner, with big chunks of beef and lots of swearing, fighting and raucous laughter about womens breasts. I don't want anyone thinking that just because I can cook, I am somehow less of a man.

I am more so because of it! Every homecooked meal I make makes me twice as manly as before. I pummel the food into being cooked, no heat is necessary, only that of my manly frame. The seasoning is my awesome might. RRRAAWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR.

Ok, manly interlude over.

I'm guessing my spanish adventures should get written up at some point. I'll be trying to get photos on my computer in the next few days.

See how I create a cliffhanger to draw you back.