Cars and a Ghost King

I suppose this is what I should expect in a week filled with watching Lord of the Rings and the anticipation of a weekend filled with cars.

No not MPH. I went to that last year remember? This year I decided  to give it a skip. (read: didn’t have a choice in the matter) Actually, the car filled weekend is only next week. It’s the classic car thing down at Killarney and my dad has decided to get over the embarassment we caused him last time and invite us again (read: he needs someone to drive him). Of course, I must clarify, it wasn’t me who caused any embarassment. It was in fact the Boyf. Apparently he never realised how boring it could be to sit there all day. Silly rabbit. I’m quite keen for it though actually, whilst I don’t enjoy the pangs of jealousy that I get from looking at the cars, they are still beautiful machines.

Anyway, where was I. Ah yes. So, cars and a Ghost King. That, my dear friends, is what my dream was centered around early this morning. I can’t remember specifics but basically it was a case of me being at some kind of car show (which later morphed into a school with annoying children). At some point,  I was talking to a dude I had grown up with (and haven’t seen in about 15 years) when someone clad in armour comes up to him and explains his destiny and gives him a sword. Once he takes the sword, he morphs into, well, a ghost king (obviously at this point) and clambers up on an elephant and buggers off to do some killing…and for some unbelievable reason, I decided to do dishes in a field. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you anything more because that’s when the Boyf woke me up to say goodbye this morning and try as I might, I couldn’t fall asleep again to slip back into it.

It was something like this. But more attractive.

The most awesome part about dreams like these is that my brain is in full on director mode and insists on epic music, proper editing and full on camerawork – all with special effects included.So really, it was a quite dull and arb concept turned into an epic.

Thank god no one decided to sing and make it a musical. If I had stayed asleep for the dish washing I’m sure it would have occurred though so maybe it’s a good thing I was woken up.

However my dear friends, that is merely a sideshow distraction. Today officially marks the one week point until I see the fantastic Eddie Izzard live and in colour. You really have no idea how exciting this is for me. I absolutely adore the strange little man. If I had aspirations to be a comedien (and I wasn’t as funny as a week old biscuit that has been left in the sun), he would be my idol. Although, I do wish I looked as good in leather pants and heels as he does. It’s just not fair that he has such attractive legs.

In other news…

• I’ve culled my FaceBook friends list a little. If you spout religious bullshit all day or are phenomenally homophobic, don’t be surprised that you’re no longer there. I just really don’t want to waste time even skimming over what you have to say, let alone reading it.
• If you had to buy me the ‘Keeping up Appearances’ DVD set, I would love you forever. Unless of course you fall under the first point. Then I’ll just say thank you and tell you to bugger off.
• I don’t care if Apple are releasing a tablet. I just don’t care. Please stop telling me. It was already embarassing enough when you people went crazy over the Magic Mouse (the only thing it does that is ‘magic’ is that it can right-click from what I can determine)
• There’s a reason I didn’t RSVP at first and then later said no, I won’t be coming after you nagged me. It’s because you sent the invitation via SMS. Dude, that’s so tacky. At least do it over the phone if you aren’t going to actually send invites. SMS though? WHAT THE FUCK?
• I seriously can’t wait for my Wii to arrive. Along with the games of course.  Every day at this point is alive with the possibility of it arriving and it might be driving me slightly mad. *SQUEEEE*