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I will of course – as is polite and…usual – apologise for my late posting of Friday’s blog. If it comforts you – and it should – I started writing this on Friday, but consequently finish it on Saturday. I am obliged to say it took me a day to write. Much like ‘see you next year’ when you say farewell to friends, in full knowledge you will not see them again until after New Year’s.

So yeah, it was a shit joke. But definitely a joke.

My Friday blog is meant to be on the subject of drinking. A vague one you might cry out, but I can assure you it will be specific to myself, though not to alcoholic drinks. My favourite drink is milk. Wonderful, refrigerated, semi-skimmed milk. The white gold. On this subject I shall talk.

Pfffffft. Wow. YES.

I’m not entirely sure why I started to enjoy milk so much. I think though, it began when I had this amazing sensation from drinking cold milk, straight from the fridge not long after I had got up, where I was totally warm. You could feel the ice cold milk slither down your throat and into your stomach, sending out this tingle of cold energy throughout my limbs. Refreshing me. Re-energizing me.

No.

It was just nice…like.

To this day I still drink at least 2 pints a day. I can just get through it. Often glasses aren’t large enough so I keep going back for more. But then if I’m running on a pint glass, I’ll easily put away 4 or 5 pints of it.

As I said, white gold.

I even own a very special glass bottle and glasses for my milk. Though I need to buy bags of milk to refill it. Which only come from the Big Sainsburys. It is a 15 minute walk there. It makes me sad.

Probably my most prized possession.

Many people ask me if this is how I got so tall. No. This is not how I got so tall. I think that is a consequence of taking steroid tables when I was younger due to incredibly bad asthma. I think. For sure we did not have a tall postman or milkman.

I can never understand why people don’t like it either. What is not to like? People sometimes say ‘oh it’s DISGUSTING when it’s warm…’ I agree. Hence why I drink it could douchebags. I used to drink blue milk exclusively (full-fat to the scientific) but I felt…well I didn’t want to get obese and shit. I stopped. I controlled. I was modest. It was easy. Why can’t the rest of them?

WOW. Controversial written word.

Haha this has just reminded me of a video…

MY NAME IS PHIL DAVISON….

….AND A MASTERS DEGREE IN COMMUNICATION!

If you don’t get that, video below. One of the funniest moments of last year, was probably watching that video (and ‘Double Rainbow’) with Baron, Max, Pete and Harry. Smoking a few. And Baron sitting on this full-on, back-tilting, leather office chairs. You know the ones. Where they are so comfortable. He was laughing so hard, his face was red, he was crying and then very nearly fell off the chair. Which of course to the rest of us was even more hilarious.

Please check out the video, perhaps after smoking something with other people where you are giggly.

Yeah I know it’s old. But always tickles me. He’s trying to be a treasurer? Wtf.

So my main aim of this post wasn’t actually to address Friday’s SDOTWSC/T, but instead talk about a film I watched tonight.

Scott Pilgrim vs The World

And what a movie it was! Absolutely loved that it was essentially a video-game from start to finish. Small little sound effects really made it great. And I have to admit, Mary Elizabeth Winstead is really quite attractive. Not sure on the hair, but nevermind.

Mandatory photo. Need to make it interesting somehow.

I’ve employed size for clarity. But then I also think this extra media just makes this go the extra distance. I’ve still typed 700-odd words. I now wonder why it was so difficult at university to do. I bashed out 1000 words last night without breaking a sweat.

So back to the movie. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Needing to find the soundtrack now and give that a listen.

Wow Frank Black got involved. What a track too. Very Pixies-Doolittle too. Man…I need to give that a listen again.

Finally on films – there are some cracking movies on TV tonight late. See below…

• BBC1 – Starship Troopers – 11.30pm -> 1.30am
• ITV1 – US Marshals – 2.40am -> 4.50am
• More4 – Talented Mr Ripley – 12.45am -> 3.30am

So I’ve got things to keep me going should the cat keep me up.

Tomorrow is likely to be a boring and short blog. I’ll have nothing to say. Unless the cat like throws up, or something big in the news happens, which is likely to be a disaster if the media report it widely, which I obviously wouldn’t wish to happen anywhere.

Well..maybe France.