How many are in there?
Four of the handsomest chefs on the planet cooked a three course meal (with three or four choices per course) for 60 of the ladies of Holy Cross Parish on Saturday. Given that I was at it from 10 am to 11pm the day after the hedonistic Scottish Advertising Awards it made for a tough gig.
My dad did it for years, so I took his place this year.
But we made at least £500 profit for charity so can’t really complain.
At least we looked good.
I thought HBO was the real deal.
But, the more I think about it and hear other opinion I realise I am not alone in questioning the ending of The Sopranos. It is so open for James Gandolfino to have a change of mind and come back at ANY time in the next ten years or so, that it questions the integrity of the show that was a US TV institution.
All it would take to bring it back would be a quick recap of the last 2 minutes of last night’s programme – the assumed killer who decamped to the lavvy comes out and proves to be nothing other than a dodgy looking guy in need of a pee.
Half the cast is dead by now of course so that, on the plus side, solves a few continuity problems, but on the other means we need a new cast.
But, hey, it’s mafia – it happens.
So, here we go. Episode 1 series seven, 2015.
Quick catch up (in black and white, of course, of the last 8 years) and HBO are back on the go.
Workin’ for the Yankee dollar.
(Don’t do it Jamesy.
Screw their plan.)