I have bugger all to say really.

Hmmm.

Just wanted to stick my sizable nose into blog land and sniff the wonderous smell of a comunity of total fucking oddballs hard at being odd.

Or something.

Now off for a ciggie in das garden, and a squint at you tube for something to bung up on Channel 136
(yes ANOTHER shamless plug for me parading my appaling taste in music)

Thank you that is all.

As I left the office this lunchtime, I had the very good fortune to see a lovely young woman pass before my eyes. She was dark and curvy, with a very tight “Brasil” T-shirt stretched across her impressive frontage.

She was going past the office door and heading in my direction so I took up a position some two yards behind her and commenced perambulating along. Sun is out, world is good.

Now what I did and what you need to do in this situation, is watch the faces of all the men, and some of the women, walking towards you both. See how many sneak a peak (and sometimes blatantly stare) at her loveliness as she glides along.

It’s Soooooooo funny!

That girlwoman person from yesterday and the tight jeans and boots with the glavyn!

She is in the office againg today!

Not wearing the tight jeans but some cargo type trousers.

Still got a tight sorta top thing going on.

Oh blimey.

Sarah loves music – she likes all the crap that seven year olds are prone to, plus things like Led Zepplin, Thin Lizzy, The Darkness, Madonna, and I often find her dancing around to whatever is playing on Planet Rock, and when I posted that vid of Goldfinger on Channel 136 I found her doing a strange sort of running on the spot/pogo style dance in the hallway as it played.

At Christmas she got the latest album by The Scissor Sisters. I was going to give it a spin first to check the content, honest! But didn’t – well, there was no “parental guidance” sticker thing on the front.

Anyway, typically for my daughter her favourite track, the one she knows all the lyrics too and sings along with, has the line “I wish you were dead” and various other such sentiments set to a very jolly tune and in there somewhere is the word Fuck.

We were sitting on the sofa and the subject of her favourite song came up.

“You do know that there is a very rude word in that song don’t you?”

“Yes, but it’s not a very nice word to say”

“So you won’t be using it at school or anywhere will you?” (Feel free to let rip at church – No no, bad daddy)

“No. It’s a bad word to use”

“Well thank fuck for that”

I so almost said out loud.