How quickly scenarios of the worst kind enter one’s mind. I mean cancer doesn’t arrive overnight …does it?
I thought it was just an old dodgy tooth!
Ah well – I might have to shave my beard off, Lawks!!
This is likely the penalty for wearing vaguely unsilly socks yesterday (Friday in Aotearoa) and mingling with some suited tie wearers. They were navy blue with Xmas trees and gold stars, – quite tasteful, I thought.
It was a meeting of HR professionals – really disturbing to see the range of attire – jeans and shaved heads to orange pink suits and hairspray. The profession really lacks backbone – perhaps I shall spread the good word of SSP (Silly Socks Philosophy). It is a sufficiently gentle revolutionary rationale which might appeal to the intellect and energise the need for an attack on stupid conventions.
Yeah, I will consider a way to sneak a link onto the society’s website!
Oooh, I’m such a risky devil!!