This Saturday eve Brian (Expat husband), Milo (large dog) and myself once again failed to plan in advance, call anyone, or book tickets to some comedy (it is UK comedy Season). Although it would have been productive to paint the living room or Hoover the hall, instead we dug out a few DVDs my sister gave us before she escaped the UK. One of these excellent flicks turned out to be Valley of the Dolls, which neither Brian nor I had ever seen... until now.

The storyline was spectacular, editing and music stupendous, we have no idea how we lasted so long without seeing this cinematic masterpiece. In celebration of finally achieving enlightenment, I brought Brian a bowl of dolls (which are actually being played by raisins as that is all we had in the house) and he is now practicing his 1960's dancing and screaming "everybody loves me".

Too curious, we are now watching Beyond the Valley of the Dolls which came in the DVD 2-pack.

NOTE: This blog entry has been deemed "not of proper quality for Lorie's Blog" by my critics (which has been agreed by the author of the blog too). I promise never to write without ingesting mass quantities of caffeine in the future.