Buddha, real Buddha, Man

Last night I enjoyed a big juicy curry and poppadums. Yum. Even though I could barely taste it due to the bunged-up-ness of my nose still, but I imagined the taste instead from memory and it was still enjoyable. Then Rocker and I went home at watched Lock Up with Sly Stallone. Good old Sly Stallone.

Snakey Boy was grouchy again so he had to serve hard time in the Naughty Room. To think about his behaviour. I think he looked a bit more cheerful this morning, before I left the house.

I have been reading up on Buddhism this morning and have discovered, should my mother the Buddhist, fancy taking her religion to Hollywood she would be in exceedingly good company. Orlando Bloom, Oliver Stone, Harrison Ford, Richard Gere and Movie Legend Steven Seagal are all practising Buddhists. So there's an idea, Mum.