Oscar Wilde Online

Okay, at last a couple of noteworthy events. My new router finally arrived and, amazingly and uncharacteristically, I was able to set it up my wireless network within minutes, (it would have been even sooner were it not for BT's "new and improved" setup wizard). It now feels as if I am truly "living in the future", as I can now hang ten on the interweb tide without getting out of bed; truly what man has been striving for since the dawn of the industrial age. Along with the advent of the router comes my foray into Xbox live Without going on about this too much, I have already engaged The Troubadour in online combat, and it is ludicrously cool gunning down evil-doers with bullets and sarcastic wit in equal measure. There is even a mute button on the headset for trips to the toilet.

It was a to be an all but too brief experience however, as it was soon time for me to return to my point of origin. That's Devon, you dirty bastards, just in case you thought I was talking about Muma Lace's cha-cha. Up until quite recently I was residing on the fair Isle of Thanet. When a co-worker discovered this, he began to cast aspersions on the diversity of my gene pool. "Oh, but I'm not from Thanet, I'm from Devon originally." I replied, in attempt to break down his argument. Didn't really think that one through.

Unfortunately Booty Lace hasn't joined me in the sunny south-west, as she is still grafting away in Kent, but it means it means I'm able to spend some quality time with Muma Lace and my younger sibling Little Boy Wheeler. Quality time was very much the agenda yesterday, when Muma and I attended Ashburton Cookery School. This was class. Booty paid for this for me as a Christmas present, and it combined two of my great loves; cooking and eating, without the usually associated negative aspects (washing and drying-up). It was an eye-opener in many ways as I tried a great deal of foods I thought I'd never eat as well as discovering I have been cutting bread in the wrong fashion for about eighteen years. I also learned how to bone a chicken. Maybe that would be better phrased as "de-bone"? Take a look at Boning Chickens! on The Waist Of Shoelace if you're interested.