Area 136

After a late one last night and I believe right now I am the only person awake in the house.

Ships and Mrs F are Zedding away in the front room judging by the deep buzzing snores I can hear in the background, and Sarah is asleep in Moffs bed (Moff is back up in Edinburgh) lying there with her arms crossed above her head. Looks uncomfortable to me but she is asleep and looks happy and peaceful.

But maybe just one more ciggie and another glass of wine.

Yus.

I just do OK?

So what wonders do I have to tell you.

Bugger all.

Bollockyshitwank!

But I will just tell you this, as I fall back on the staple of bloggers who have nothing to say so pass on stuff they have read in the media.

ahem.

In this months Fortean Times

Under the heading -

"Crack team arse-about"

"A German pensioner is suing a hospital after she checked in for a leg operation and woke up to find she had been given a new Anus."

And you thought your doctors where bad eh Rampers?

As I am suddenly not being sat next to, and it is midday - I is blogging!

But I have nothing to say, this is purley habitual.

I need help.

I need a pint.

I should need some sleep but don't yet - which is amazing after another late night listening to CD's internetting and drinking wine.

Where did my life go wrong?

Oh yeah, that beach in Mauritius possibly.

I also find myself asking the eternal question "Why the fuck do people insist on bringing small children into the office?" Urrrgh!

In other news, we are taking Sarah for a week in Cornwall the week after next. It was the fist place we ever took her on holiday when she was less than a year old. So to her it will all be new.

Another scintillating post from the blogger who brought you
"My pen has run out"

"the trouble with zippo lighters"

and

"my milk has gone a bit thick"

I thangyaaaw!

Reading a paper on a train is a bit dull sometimes. This morning I could “read” a girl. She was five foot nothing, cute and rockabilly-ish, mop of died black hair, some little diamond stud piercing in her lip, a sleeveless checked shirt showing off her arms and open enough to show off her black lace.

Her left arm was completely covered in tattoos, and they looked really good. Various designs and characters interwoven all the way up. I could not see clearly enough to pick out any particular ones as she was about 10 feet away but they did look good.

She also had a tattoo on her chest, a winged cabinet of some sort (I imagine it was a cover up tat, maybe the original centre piece was a heart?) with the wings swept back along her “neckline” and the cabinet right in her cleavage. This must have been difficult area for the artist to work on as she was quite well blessed in that department; I was wondering how he managed to get the proportions right on those double curves.

I am thinking of a career change,

Well I did go to art college for a bit……….