Hot Fuzz

Laura and I saw Hot Fuzz tonight, it starts a little slow, but there are some serious belly laughs once it gets moving. If you have nothing better to do, or are in a bad mood, go see it, you won't be afterwards. Not as good as Shaun of the Dead but a cracker all the same.

For reasons as yet unexplained, Laura came home with a bottle of this stuff. L's body temperature is a mystery; on getting into bed tired and wanting to sleep, she is sub zero, the moment she falls asleep the furnace goes on and her skin temperature rises to the point that the hairs on my arms spontaneously combust and I have to throw the duvet off lest it catch fire. On waking she is back to complaining about how horribly cold it is and refuses to get out of bed until the central heating thermostat is set to barbecue.



Anyway to see what this stuff is like she put a little bit on her finger and blew, it got hot. I think she plans to wait until I am at work, cover herself head to foot in it and stand in front of a fan.

My boxers
While in Costa Rica I purchased some boxer shorts, no surprise there. I don't dress commando every day. Easy ladies! They were not expensive, in fact they were from Automercado, but I love them. In common with probably everyone occasionally I buy an item of clothing and love it so much that I know that if I can't get an identical replacement I will be distraught. The first time this happened to me it was a pair of Gaerne enduro motorcycle boots that ended up saving my ankles when I had a car interface, they still make motorcycle boots but not a pair like the ones I love. Latterly I have learned the lesson, in Canada I discovered a pair of walking shoes, trainers or whatever they were that were goretex lined and so comfortable that I could wear them all day and then at the gym after work, marvelous, after I had them a week I went and bought another pair, but now one pair are on the way out and the other pair although still in Canada and bound to arrive before the first give up the ghost will be the last, the manufacturer doesn't make them any more. Damn if I hadn't bought six pairs or maybe twelve. But back to my boxers.... I liked these so much I did actually buy twelve pairs or maybe more. What is cool about them is that they have an inside pocket attached to the elasticated hem.

Those of you that have spent time in Latin America will know that a $20 bill will get you a very long way in a taxi and a $100 bill will get you nowhere as no-one has change for such a large denomination and those that do, think that all $100s are counterfeit and will have nothing to do with them. The other week I found a $20 poking out from under the insole of some shoes, you can tell I've spent some time in dubious places. The shoe trick wouldn't have helped my pal Joe in Cuba as he managed to get his trainers stolen there, which is a serious crime. In Cuba a national can get 5 years for giving a tourist a nasty look. But as far as I know, one's underpants and especially Joe's are generally safe from intrusion. These would even have saved him in Colombia when he was kidnapped and taken for a gunpoint tour of local cashpoint machines. That extra $20 wouldn't have stopped it but it would at least have enabled him to spend the rest of the night boozing away his sorrows. He couldn't have got a taxi with it, getting a taxi solo in Colombia is exactly how he came to be kidnapped in the first place.

Anyway I like to think of these boxers as my adventure underpants and worried as I am about them wearing out and never being able to buy another pair, I keep them for special occasions and adventure. So now I have the other problem.....

I have loads of boxers but don't want to wear any in case they wear out, I guess I'd better go commando.