Chikka-Chikka Oww!

I feel as if I am about to scale K2. Balls to Monty started as a medium to force me into doing more with my time. The trouble is, I've been too busy to post anything. Now I've got too much to write in one post. I'll have to keep it short.

Last Friday, Booty Lace (the wife) and I gave a lift to Red, The Troubadour's Femme Rouge. We were travelling to Birmingham (now home to the Troob) to see The Mighty Boosh Live! The show was awesome, particularly Bollo the ape's audition for King Kong. I'm pretty sure the funniest part was accidental - Bob Fossil spitting into Vince Noir's mouth. That was the highlight for me, anyway. A terrifying sequence of events. We then retired to The Troobster's pad.

Saturday was spent mostly in A&E, frequently the case during my holidays I find. Sunday, we took a trip to Cadbury's World (check out The Waist of Shoelace). This was more for the benefit of the girls, but I do have to admit eating chocolate in the jungle was pretty good. Sunday also sadly meant saying goodbye to Red and Booty Lace, but it did mean The Troob and I could have some "man time". This isn't as homoerotic as it sounds, it was mostly to do with playing Perfect Dark Zero on Xbox 360.

The cool thing about spending time with The Troubadour is that his tastes pretty much mirror my own. We are both big fans of shiny things, milk, video games, massive TVs, comics and awesome boobs. We also share a dislike for seafood, James Blunt and football. The other thing we have in common is a passion for writing, so much of the remaining time was spent working on a drama series we hope to sell to the Beeb. Hopefully, when the first episode is done, I'll be able to publish it here.

Birmingham is so crimeful, that you have to pay for your petrol before you fill up. This means you have to guess how much you need. I reckoned about £30. You should have seen the attendant's face when I racked up £30.71 of fuel, screwing his system. Chikka-chikka oww!

Incurring the The Troubadour's scorn, I bought Booty Lace Miss Congeniality 2 as a souvenir from Birmingham's shopping centre, The Bull Ring. You have no idea how embarrassed I was making this purchase. It would have found it easier to buy a black ribbed knobbler or some such device from Ann Summers. However, I was confident the dvd would suit Booty's tastes, and I knew that with her skewed female logic it would mean far more to her than if had bought an item of which I approved.

I also acquired an Xbox 360 of my own along the way which was wicked, until I found out I would have to wait a month to get the right router to play on Xbox live. Rubbish!