Giddy Up

Wow for once I have legitimate things to blog about. Dave and I went to Darwin for 4 days... so many photos to make your eyes bleed.
But same old excuse ... no time. This weekend I WILL blog (before I forget all the deets ).
Until then I saw an  ad for this

  As you know I love me some Mr Tatum .

I predict it will be lame but bring it on :-)

Dear John

Dear Channing

Thank you thank you thank you. I could not care less if you never win an Oscar / bafta or any metallic statue. You Rock. For 2 hours and 11 minutes I couldn't take my eyes off you... you made me laugh and cry and swoon (mainly swoon) and I really hope you are signing up to do more movies where you surf without a shirt and look manly carrying a large gun. It would also be good if you could do a movie that has another crying scene 'cos that melted my cold heart and was worth the price of admission alone. It goes without saying that if things don't work our between you and the Mrs ... and you fancy living in suburbia... with a couple of kids and a whopping mortgage ... I could totally be your perfect match.


Dear Amanda,

Even though I HATED Mamma Mia and I think you are given the crappiest story lines in Big Love... you have hit the jackpot in this movie. For most of it you are luminosity personified on screen and joyous to watch... you make me want to grow my hair long and invest in a curling iron. I will try to forgive you the fact that you got to do the pretend offtymagoofty with Channing.


Dear Zarraffa Coffee Guy,

It is as embarrassing for me to say as it is painful for you to hear "Can I have a Grande, Skinny, Decaffeinated, Mocha , triple shot, extra hot, no cream" Just build a bridge and get over it.

Also it may be a pain that the checkout operator forgot to tell you it was a take away order... but really there is no need to throw my chicken wrap into a paper bag with no love at all... its not the wraps fault you work at Zarraffa Coffee.


Dear Mrs Tatum,
I have four cautionary words for you ... Mr and Mrs Smith. If I were you (oh if I were you....) I would be steering the hubby towards more art house films that involve more working with Helena Bonham Carter and less pretend offtymagoofty scenes with pretty young starlets.


Dear VYC,
Thanks for last night. Sorry about the seating snafu... How about next time we go to the moves you chuck a completely disproportional tantrum about other patrons not unreasonable behaviour... Thanks this would make me feel less like the emotional spaz I am.

Finally Dear John Soundtrack
You are all mine

Love E xxx