Zombies.

A bit of a glurky day weather wise but I soldiered on regardless.

Briefly:
Meatballs have morphed in bolognaise. Patience is required for ball rolling. Me out of.
'The Walking Dead' freaked me out. Watching zombies mid-afternoon is so cool. And sheriff deputies in big hats on big neglected horses trotting through zombie laden cities is my kind of high. The bullets in head shots were particularly well executed.
Cameron's immigration speech had me laughing my socks off. Could his mere mention of the 'I' word agitate extreme parties. Big sigh....
Deep indentation under left eye has had me a) cursing b) moaning c) oiling it. Late nights and me don't mix.
I see 'Britain's Got Talent' is back. More dancing dogs? More 10 year old girls in long frocks singing Je ne regrette rien? :(

Now Bolog basting