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As weekend's are wont to do, this one just past sped by far too quickly. Friday was spent indoors but Saturday saw a trip to Paul's new flat in Claaahhhm (dah-ling) where an assorted collection of Antipodeans, Englishfolk and gay tennis teams assembled to warm the house. And much fun it was too. This was followed by a commando-style mission to Heaven where I ran into Andy and David - I always seem to have an inkling when they're going to be there and without fail, I bumped into them checking their coats in. Chalk one up to the old spidey-sense I guess.

I managed to catch The Talented Mr Ripley on Sunday evening (cheers Luke!) and was actually quite impressed. Think Happy Days meets American Psycho if you haven't seen it. Mr Damon strode the fine line between preppy and psychopathic very well. Like Luke, I curse him for putting in an admirable performance and being in possession of an unfeasibly defined set of abdominal muscles. Sigh.
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