Oh the things we think of when we've got a few idle moments. Especially in the little boys room.

I wonder - does EVERY toilet cubicle have the same Jackson Pollock-esque collage stuck to the back of the door?

You sit down, get yourself comfortable, make sure no-one is around to hear...sorry too much detail...and look at the back of the cubicle door - dozens of dried up boogers clinging to it like bats in a cave.

One can only imagine the hours being spent perfecting the fling angle and velocity needed to stick them on the door.

Therefore, the survey today is:

Does every cubicle have bogey wallpaper on it?

And are the womens the same?

Hmmm...I wonder whos they are?

Yet more tagging is afoot.

I wonder if the person, or persons, who tagged me with 'boring' and 'full of sh!t' would like to own up and explain yourselves?

Hmmm? I dont mind, really I dont, would be interested to hear your sides of the story though!

tut - vandals.

[UPDATE: Im not far too sensitive either, cheeky little monkeys! Merely curious]

Walking to work this morning, I passed a newsagent with the obligatory neon coloured card adverts in the window.

One of them caught my eye, the bright orange background and big, bold, black letterheading:

"NEARLY NEW BABY AND TODDLER SALE"

Oh how I laughed.

Well, it was the last bit of joy Im sure to have until work ends!

Im trying to write a song.

I write lots of poetry and rhyme, so thought I would try and turn some of them into lyrics.

However, Ive been getting sidetracked and my brain is being an arse. It keeps getting distracted and finding it funny to think of toe-curlingly bad couplets rather than proper rhyme.

The spirit of a dodgy Eighties metal band is residing in my subconscious and jamming away and poisoning my artistic musings. Actually, just like Poison did to the airwaves*.

The first title I came up with for this short outpouring was 'Waxing lyrical...' Perhaps I need a syringing too.

(* For my sins, I actually liked Poison. "Eeeeeeevverry Rooooose has its thorrrrrnnnn...")