The adventures of Almigo

Thanks to my wonderful brother and his vast collection, I've been catching up with some comics. A lot of comics. A plethora of comics. More comics than your average comic fan could handle.  One mighty title in fact being the vast adventures of Spawn - from fallen soldier Al Simmons, to the adventures of Sam and Twich, right up to city protecting demi god like Hellspawn and his mighty powers (and I still haven't gotten to the end of the 150+ original editions nor the spin offs yet). A lot of Spawn. In the midst of all of the flying necroplasm and bullets, I thought I'd take a break from the comic form and explore the adventures of Al in a completely different form - namely the movie from 1997 when I was having a pretty one sided punch on with puberty. For some reason even after seeing it twice before, I struggle to recall much of at all. So after 100 comics and a rewatching, would it become more ingrained in my fanboy mind? This one. Er...no. Damnit.

Today marks the second day is as many months that I have driven past the same bright yellow Honda NSX. This is just an example. If I was a man who beleived my tea leaves were sending me messages, I'd probably take that as an omen of things to come. But as a car man, I tip my baseball cap to the driver for such a wonderful choice of supercar ownership...

It's a blazing low down dirty unwashed Thursday. A hobo looking Thursday so hot you could bake beef and vegie family pies in my engine bay in the three and a half minutes it takes from work to home and a self saucing chocolate pudding in the passengers footwell (why you'd want to is anyone's guess). I've been on holidays see, and if holidays were a woman then this dame would have legs that would go for three weeks and she'd be covered in kilometres and fast food wrappers. I write like a detective good yes? (Don't try to visualise that son, you'll only get your heart broken.) It's been too long since I've been in these parts, like an exiled president of twenty years back in his neighborhood to get a short back and sides and a copy of the financial times. I've been busy you see, like a butcher in a community that's just experienced scotch fillet for the first time. My plate has been so full, you could substitute it for the banquet table a...