Tinned Pears

Mr Kenneth turned 32 yesterday and it rained and blew a gail most of the day. Added to that Mr Kenneth was encarcerated in the tomb he calls work and simply could not concentrate to get anything done. At least there were after work drinks he thought, but he didn't bank on the Victoria line going tits up - as it has been doing far to much lately for one of the better lines on the network - and having to wait ages for a number 2, (the bus not the euphamistic defacatory emission) in order to get home to SW Towers.

Still, he got home in time for sex and the city. Was it the drinking, the final episode storyline or a combination of the two, but Mr Kenneth found himself quite emotional - It's rare for a TV programme to penetrate the iron cladding around his emotionally repressed core. Even though we all knew Miranda would live happily ever after with Steve, Charlotte would get her baby, Samantha would conquer the Big C and most inevitable of all, Carrie would get back together with Big [John - who'd have guessed!], it was quite touching in the end. So glad she found her Carrie necklace, Mr Kenneth can't bear losing things or people who so carelesly do! There seemed to be something in the music score that suggested something awful/unexpected might happen, which kept one watching and engaged one in the eventual inevitability of it all. Well done HBO. More shows like that please!

Wine tasting this afternoon and more drinking to follow hopes Mr Kenneth. If there's a possibility of engaging a young gentleman in intercourse of any variety later, then Mr Kenneth may feel that birthday +1 might be turning out slightly better than the day itself.