12ml short of a bucket

Photo of me this mornin', with 12ml of my blood on the outside of my body (A lovely nurse did steal it and shove it in the envelope). Off to the marrowbone jelly snatchers for further testing. After this I battled on at work without my blood until it was time to go to the cinema with Kay to see 'The Producers', which is very funny (go see it Barry, it features an evil singing chartered accountant - just like you), although Kay and I worship at the temple of Will Ferrel and started laughing just cos his face was on the screen. Someone must have walked into the projecter at the start of the film because the picture went skew-wiff [sic] until some pro-active soul went out to tell them to fix it. Well done her. Thing is, we were in the middle of a row... and what with Kay's old war wound...ach nevermind. So, see the film if you haven't already. Reminds me of a trip to London to see Phil and we all wanted to see a show, so we're all trooping round quite rightly refusing to pay anything over tuppence ha'penny for seats. And everywhere we go they offer us seats for The Producers. And we're all like "eugh, what's that?" and they're all like "You're in Lahndan, do you want the flippin' seats or wot gaahvnah?" and we're all like "I don't know what that is, do you know what that is?". So to cut a long story down only very slightly, we ended up seeing The Reduced Shakespeare company in the Criterion in the "student seats". A very sour faced lady promised us a first class restricted view for daring to ask for a student discount which did nothing except make us giggle in a very silly way especially because Phil was disgruntled at being called a student. In the end we got a perfect view of a very funny show on the West End for only £12! Frikkin Yeah!