The Song, Microman & the Girls from Totton

Firstly, as promised . . . Caught In the Act! Sylvester, the thieving cat from next-door. Yes, he is licking his chops!

And work! Such a pity that one has to spend so much time there. I share an office with a girl who likes country music. One song, in particular. Something about Juliet and a T-shirt, I think (or at least those are the words which have been revolving round and round my brain like a washing machine on viagra). And don't get me wrong - I like country music. I even liked that song the first few times she played it on Monday, but by Friday I was ready to strangle the wretched Juliet with the darn T-shirt.

But onto more interesting things.

My dear friend, whom I shall refer to only as Whisky, blind-dated a guy from MySpace who confessed even before dessert to being a little "lacking" in the men's department, and has been following up with text pics of said "dinky-winky" ever since.

Yes, I realise this tid-bit does not fit into the theme of things, but it gave me great joy, and has also had me thinking.

Firstly, why MySpace? FaceBook should have been the obvious choice! And secondly, I was not aware that an honest man was still in existence (and yet I've seen the pics to prove it!)

Needless to say, Whisky has not seen Microman again (apart from the pics, of course) and is considering changing her number. She was talking about reporting the matter to the authorities, but really, for such a small thing, it's probably just not worth it!

I often think about escaping, and I must say, friends of mine - the Totton Girls -have me very tempted to leave sunny California for the cold, wet playground of the United Kingdom. On a map, the metropolis of Totton appears to be no more than a small village near Southampton, but I swear it could give London a run for its money in the entertainment department. Every week the girls from Totton post new pics of their weekend adventures onto FaceBook, and I find myself dreaming of Friday nights at the local pub, Christmas parties where you get to pinch the cute young bosses' ass in drunken abandonment, and wild Eighties parties where the hostess forgets to tell you that the theme has been cancelled, and it is now a formal "do". (I must try and get the pics of that night!)

Yep, I think that my next vacation trip will definitely include a long stay in lively Totton, with possible minor side-trips to London or Paris, if I get the time.

And oh! My feral cat population has grown immensely, so it would seem the word has spread about my hospitable nature. I have to admit, however, that I have been drastically reducing their feeds of late, since my 4 year old advised me (in hysterical fits of laughter) how her "pet" wild cats had taken so to piggy-back riding. I am hoping they show no loyalty to my kindness at all, and go back to whenceforth or wherever they came from. Quickly!

And that about sums up my week (and-a-bit). Not too interesting, I agree, but that's what work does for you! If it didn't pay the bills I wouldn't go at all, but . . . a girl's gotta make a living! ;)