Well, as everyone knows, I am a bastard for a bit of Takeshi's Castle. It turns out that it is daytime telly over here. Downside is that each episode runs for an hour with breaks in the action all over the place with two Indo guys sat on a sofa with a bottle of what looked suspiciously like Jim Beam on the coffee table in between them. Every so often a gigantic man would join them. I can't work out if it is a rehash of Jap Takeshi, or their own slant on it over here. A lot of the games were similar, and some were totally different. There was a particularly painful looking back-breaking incident involving an exceedingly unattractive, flat-chested woman bouncing off a large podium with her eleventh and twelfth vertabrae. Cracking televisual entertainment of the highest magnitude.
On a completely different note, I have just made myself an extremely interesting sandwich made from some sort of tuna paste, gouda, and a touch of roquefort. Not sure how pleased I was with the result, but it was definitely interesting.
Incidentally, I am off to Singapore on Wednesday so if anyone happens to be in Sing, giz a shout. If not, you're obviously too lazy.
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