Yesterday was Women's Day in South Africa. One could presume that some suffragette liberated us from the chains of patricarchy, but in reality, it is probably a holiday because Winnie Mandela wanted it to be.
Anyway. I saw two movies yesterday. One was the Ashton Kutcher flop, although he looked rather nice, the other, The Hitch Hiker's Guide. I didn't like it much. Everyone came out of the theatre raving about it like it had saved their lives. I felt stupid and shallow because it deserves a very generous 6 out of 10 as far as I'm concerned. Yes, yes yes, it's a more profound movie than say 'Monster in Law', but that doesn't make it better.
I bought a dust buster for my car. I am becoming severly anal-retentive when it comes to Ludwig. Anytime I drop so much as a leaf from my foot on the mat, out comes the Dirt Devil Dustbuster 4.5 and I swoop it up. Shit. OTT. My German stepfather does stuff like this.
But I may be bacl to my slovenly ways. I found a tupperware full of decaying left over spaghetti bolognaise under the seat. It smelt like something was dying.