  Well, what a start to the week in terms of news. Of course the two dominating stories are: *Stupid soldiers and their Kodak moments * urlLink Leslie Grantham wanking on webcam in the Eastenders' dressing room What has to be said about the soldiers is this - even if they are not fake, the Brits showed a lot more sense then their Yankee counterparts by NOT SHOWING THEIR FACES! Unbelievably, the family of the silly bint in the US pictures have been trying to defend her, including this quote on ITN this morning, which had me choking on my Weetabix: "They were only following orders" a) Bullshit b) This sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it? "Arbeit Macht Frei" And, of course, Dirty Den. He's now facing more allegations from a woman who claims he did similar while wearing a Peter Pan costume (in his Panto dressing room) and described his fantasies with animals. With this, and allegations that he insulted several cast members in the online chat (How did that go?
"What RU wearing? ", "Nothing? What U think of Babs Windsor and Jesse Wallace? "), methinks he might have another appointment with a daffodil wielding assassin. = On a more savoury note, there is continuing evidence of my bad influence on the future Mrs. To recap our tale, innocent farmgirl meets drunken, foul-mouthed, workshy twat (seriously, on the 'drunken' thing, it's horrible to think how much I used to drink, particulary around the ages 17-20.
I think my 21st birthday rid me of some of my excesses). Now, TFMrs can hold her own in a sweary argument, so much so that when washing up and cooking needs to be done, it seems like Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares. A few weeks back, you may have remembered me mentioning I'd bought Splinter Cell. As part of that purchase, I bought Civilization III for her, as she's played Civ II to death. However, Virgin hadn't removed a security device from the box, so it was impossible to get the CD out. I was going to return it, but stuff like work, f**tball and wedding arranging got in the way. So, last week, we attacked the box with a penknife, a screwdriver and sheer bloodymindedness and got it out (i.e.
If you steal stuff from Virgin, it's easy to get past the security features). So, both of us have had goes (I've started because I'm at a part on Splinter Cell I can't get past. Unarmed and having to sneak, I have all the grace in the computer world I do in the real world) and it's great. Unfortunately, it has that problem all new strategy games have when first played - the multi-hour playing session.
For some reason, you just can't get up to pee until you're sure the Cathedral is built, you can't eat until you've amassed enough forces outside Paris to start an effective seige and you can't save and go to bed until you have the ability to build cannons. Monday night, when we both have work in the morning, TFMrs is playing late. Remember, she never used to play games more advanced than Minesweeper. I go to bed, read a bit, and fall asleep. Next thing I know, I'm roused from my sleep by her coming to bed.
I turn and ask the time. 2 AM! Considering that anyone who knows her will tell you she cannot function on less than 10 hours sleep, that is the equivalent of a Championship manager all-nighter for her! To try and stop her doing this again, I refused to let her on the machine until she'd done her washing up and cooked a meal (both her turn. I'm not that evil). She didn't get on in the end - my campaign against the Chinese went on longer than I thought. 
