Let's get a take-away

Thoroughly enjoyed Walk the Line on Saturday night. Predictable biopic approach, but excellent performances all round and even a bit of Jerry Lee Lewis I wasn't expecting. Splendid. It helped jog G out of his post-six nations match rage too. He took the Welsh drubbing pretty personally. Charlesworth and I had to hide in the kitchen while G threw abuse and cushions at the screen. I knew it was bad when everything went quiet a good 20 minutes before the end. Hopeless. Hope he doesn't have to endure a repeat performance this Sunday. We'll be watching the match up in Shropshire this weekend with his dad. Double the enthusiasm!

Looking forward to seeing my folks on Saturday. Dad has been planning the menu for some time to complement a couple of nice bottles of wine he and G have selected. I get the impression it's being over-planned though and as no decisions have yet been made, no ingredients have been purchased. We may be limited to whatever he can get in Morrisons and Lidl on Saturday. Mum has washed her hands of it and delegated all responsibility to Dad.

Whatever happens it can't be as bad as Dad's legendary curry night. OK, it was a good twenty years ago, but we all still remember. He spent the day prepping and cooking his carefully selected dishes from the big Madhur Jaffrey book, hand-grinding spices and grating onions… Several hours behind scheduled entrée time he presented us with three different ways to make curried potatoes. I can't remember what they tasted like. I think I was too tired to eat. I'm sure it was all delicious and highly authentic, but he has never lived down the potato obsession. Nor his time-consuming meticulous approach to cuisine. With G in the house he'll need to be thinking more 'fast-food' or there'll be no wine left to wash down the spuds.