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...They don't make horror movies the way they used to On Friday night we hired The Exorcism of Emily Rose on DVD, & boy, what a load of crock!! The Exorcist (1973) is to Emily Rose what demonic fangs are to feeble dentures.



...Frankly, we were inclined to agree with the prosecuting attorney's snide rationale that our dear Ms Rose was no more demonically possessed than a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, suffering nothing more than a simple case of "Epileptic Psychotic Disorder" - no doubt exacerbated by her staunch Catholic upbringing & some seemingly harmless college experimentation with hallucinogenic drugs. My better half will attest to the fact that I, too, have suffered EXACTLY the same symptoms (involuntary contraction of muscles & psychosis) after knocking back a truckload of Heinekins & then munching one extremely potent dope muffin!! I don't think it helped the situation much that we were in a remote farmhouse at the time - in the middle of a timber forest, in the dead of night, with no real civilisation to speak of for several miles in any direction. Oh, & we had also spent the last few hours before sunset listening to the sound of chainsaws only a little distance away ...*cue the Texas Chainsaw Massacre soundtrack & a vivid mental image of a maniacal Leatherface in his bloodied apron lumbering up the hill towards the farmhouse*...&, well, you get the picture

According to Wikipedia, certain party prescriptions "can affect the subjective qualities of perception, thought or emotion, resulting in altered interpretations of sensory output, alternate states of consciousness, or hallucinations. This general group of pharmacological agents can be divided into three broad categories: psychedelics, dissociatives and deliriants. All of these agents act as neurotransmitter mimics, often as agonists or antagonists at neurotransmitter receptors. Their primary effects are markedly different from those of other psychoactives such as cocaine, amphetamines, heroin or alcohol. The term hallucinogen is often broadly applied, especially in current scientific literature, to some or all of these substances. The term is attracting increasing criticism, however, for being ethnocentric, dependent upon too broad a definition of hallucination, and implying that certain symptoms that are actually only associated with some substances are applicable to all of them. In all but a tiny minority of psychedelics, dissociatives, and deliriants, hallucinations of various kinds are only one of many effects produced. The nature of the hallucinations produced is dependent on the specific compound. Broadly speaking, psychedelics reduce the filters in the brain causing sensory overload which is often manifested in visual and audial distortion, dissociatives cause a separation between cognition and sensory awareness (possibly including hallucination or dreamlike experiences), and deliriants are a class of drug that often produce a terrifying fragmented dissociated state of quasi-consciousness akin to sleepwalking where dreams and reality intertwine to produce potentially dangerous hallucinations indistinguishable from reality." [I dunno WTF that particular dope muffin had in it (!), but it sure gave me the fright of my life. And needless to say, neither of us have touched one since].

Okay, so that was Friday...

...Saturday was one of those crazy days - spent running around from one social gathering to the next. We started off at a friend, Michael Schmidt aka Faed's, place in Westdene for his 40th birthday celebrations. (Lee was lucky enough to score a deafening ride round the block in Mr Schmidt's refurbished Mustang, which was probably the highlight of his year so far!). Then it was onto Schwabing, a German restaurant in Ferndale, for another friend, Natasha's, 28th birthday dinner, followed by a night on the tiles at Red Room in Honeydew. What started off as a normal evening of drinking & dancing turned into a rather bizarre one which can only be described as "clubbing by candlelight" when the power died on us mid-revelries (sometime after midnight, I think). I still don't know if it was just our venue (ie. the Honeyrock Motel complex, inside which the club is housed), or the whole neighbourhood, but whatever happened, all I can say is: thank God for generators, creative DJs, good-humoured bar tenders & fun company (Jennifer, Jolene, Sean, Sonja, & all four van Katwijk brothers were there!!)

Yesterday was spent sleeping in, slouching around in our PJs, then curling up in front of the telly for the French GP. I have decided that since Montoya has rather unceremoniuosly moved across to NASCAR that I will be shouting for Giancarlo Fischella from now on...



...That doesn't mean, however that I am a fickle old cow or that I love my Monty any less! It's just that one obviously needs a driver &/or team to support when one watches F1, otherwise, seriously, what is the point

This morning I had to take my little MINI into BMW for them to "disinfect" the aircon / heater unit, as there is an awful smell coming through the filters every time I switch it on. Almost like something DIED in there Am sure they'll manage to fix the problem. I have the greatest of faith in German-backed companies

For those of you that were waiting with baited breath for the funky new mullet, well, I'm afraid to say I have wussed out on the decision. Good Lord, what was I thinking!?! I'm FAR too much of a girly girl to even fathom the thought of chopping off all my locks! And once it's done, I just KNOW I'll end up regretting it & have to start the growing process all over again. Been there, done that...one too many times actually. Hey, who knows, maybe this time I've actually learnt my lesson

Hope you all have a fab week