And anyone else really

Sarah made a little pottery labrador at her pottery club, and here it is.

I love the big red tongue sticking out for the bone.

The perfect dog? Well it dont' need walking, never barks and does not poo everywhere.

Enough of all this seriousness about this that and the public.

I once fell asleep while walking. Yes, actual one foot in front of the other, down the public highway walking. Two or three times in one evening actually.

I was a tad exhausted obviously and it had never happened before or since. I was walking along one night, lost in thoughts all soppy and romantic (well I had just walked my girlfriend home) and I just went! Woke up about a step and a bit later as I started to fall to one side. I caught myself luckily on all occasions but it is a real shock to wake from a deep sleep and rather than seeing your bedroom ceiling, you see a high street and cars and such. The first thought that went through my mind was “how the hell did I get here!” followed very closely by a quick check to see if I had any clothes on.

So, where is the weirdest or most embarrassing place you have ever fallen asleep?

What makes an ideal pub for lunchtime work avoidance activities?

Well for me there are a few things that help.

First it must be fairly near where I work so I can get there quickly – obvious really BUT it can’t be so near it will be full of people I work with. I want to escape this place for an hour, not have to chat about the crap I have to do and hear someone else spouting on about how they do it.

Second, the venue should have been a pub for at least one hundred years for preference. I can’t stand new pubs, especially those in the ground floor of office buildings or places that used to be supermarkets.

A decent view of the outside world helps as well. If your sitting there staring moodily at a wall people think your nuts. If you are gazing out of the window you just look like you looking. And people watching is always a good way to shut the noise in your head down, or just push it to the background.

I would say that good priced drinks should feature, but this is central London and lunch time drinkies are going to charge through your disposable income as a matter of course, so financial ruin is a given.

(Of course loud rock music and scantily clad rock chicks would be perfect, but I will have to just remember my lunchtimes in the old Intrepid Fox.)

I have actually found a place that fits these criteria round here. So why am I not there?
It is lunchtime after all.

A little thing called “work” has got in the way.

Oh well.

We all know about the thing that happened last night, but it got me thinking about friends only posts.

People do them for different reasons. Sometimes you don’t want every one who owns a computer to be able to see your news, rants or thoughts. I know the “joy” that can enter your life when your private posts are not private. Mind you I have also gone nuts very publicly on here but I have no shame/sense/am an attention seeking knob head.

And as we know, there are some bloody weird and creepy people out there. Someone I know had a very odd comment put onto one of their friends only posts by a stranger who seemed a little more strange than necessary.

I like the fact that I have made new friends on here and met some of them in the real world. We all like to meet new people, but some people on here don’t just want to meet them, they want to “meat” them – if you see what I mean.

So you have to be careful.

But then again, I am sure some of the comments I make on peoples blogs make me seem like a very creepy perv, but well you know what they say. The truth will out.

Or something.