Last's nights dinner at Ithaca was wonderful, we had such a laugh.  It's been ages since we've seen George and Isabel, they looked so well.  Also my darling friend Chesty Bush looked equally gorgeous as he always does.  Even though there's definitely competition between Ithaca and some of the other Greek restaurants in Astoria, it's pretty good.  Bit more expensive than the uptowners, but nevertheless, still good.  We let George order for us, he did a great job.  We had quail, fava bean dip, taramaslata (I don't know how you spell it!), lots of wonderful greek salad, meatballs, lamb in a divine spinach sauce, huge shrimp, gorgeous succulent squid and octopus legs (no thanks).  Just lots of wonderful food, more than I can remember.

Morpheus told his joke about only having 1 sheet of toilet paper and needing to go shit in the woods and how you accomplish that....  So glad it was after the meal.

For some reason the conversation of trying to get your whole fist in your mouth came up.  Anyway, after that conversation had passed and we were fully onto something else, we noticed that Isabel was trying to force her fist into her mouth.  Let me tell you, it was a very funny moment.
George is off to Ethiopia today for work and Isabel is flying to Atlanta on Monday also for work.  There both IT, similar to Morpheus.  George always goes to wild and fabulous places that nobody ever goes to.  Although I don't know how fabulous Ethiopia is going to be.

We're thinking of going to Zanzibar with our free flights tickets this coming October.  If anyone has been and can advise, please let me know.  Actually our friends Alex and Sarah Penny went there for their honeymoon.  I must aks them.  In the meantime any of you viewers have a point of view, get in touch.

Morpheus has come home early today because he's fed up and tired.  Anyway as we speak he's dancing to Macy Gray's album "On How Life Is" in the middle of the living and looking like a complete twat to be honest.  He looks like he's trying to imitate Stevie Wonder, (but standing up).  Now before you start, NO I'm not saying that Mr Wonder looks like a twat, just my husband that's all.
And while we're on the subject, I should let you all know that twat in London means very little, in fact everyone says it.  Now that's not particularly true in the North of England, basically thank god my mother doesn't have a computer, she would fly over here and kick the crap out of me for using such bad language.

So Morpheus man is here and Jen is on her way to supposedly talk about this summer's business at the theatre.  Never going to happen, we always end up gossiping and then she leaves.  I think we may go to the "White Horse" for a pint and a chit chat.  Morpheus is getting his second wind and wants to go out on the piss........................

God, doesn't he realise that tonight is the finale night for Friends, ER, Frasier etc etc.  I'm not budging mate, not a chance.  A few pints at the pub and back here for 8pm.  May even be dead lazy and get a take-out instead of cooking.

INSERT FROM MY FRIEND MER!

Dearest journal of MAS

I must say I had a wonderfull evening with my favorite neighbors, Where do I begin, met MAS and Morpheus for drinks before the season finale of MAS's favorite Programs! I have to admit we were all a bit misty eyed during Friends! More importantly before we got home we met up with Runyon (my co worker who I have a healthy flirtation with) and a sweet girl called Maco. After a lovely pint cafe style we were rained out...... Morpheus had the briliant idea of doing a shot crawl home. Which entailed at least four neighborhood bars, a quick Tequila shot with a well specified beer chaser and off to the next! Needless to say MAS and MORPHEUS held their own and I lost it at the "Blind Tiger". The bottom line is I ended up eating wings and pizza with a bottle of Sancerre and my most favorite friends!!!!!! IT IS HARD TO EXPLAIN THE COMFORT I FEEL WITH THE CRAZY BRITS!
LOVE MER