"Oi, Justin", I'd say, "Justin, NO!"

I was watching a bit of music television before work and I have been damaged irrevocably. I was subjected to some eXtreme close ups of Justin Timberlake. If ever I need proof there is no god, it is wrapped up somewhere in the genetic code of Justin's supreme pogliness.

Speculation

Last night a rabble of librarians hit the town for a slap up grill and a drink. The meal was slap up, and the cocktail lent me sophistication hitherto undreamed of. I expect I shall satr using sophisticated words like "ambience" and "rendezvous" henceforth, on the strength of that drambuie and lemon based drink.
However, most notable presence at the bar was not me and my drink, (an odd sight with my shabby coat and scungy looking clothes), but a bunch of randy middle aged men. Their eyes lit up as they saw the attractive looking bunch of LAY-DEEES - excluding myself of course - and there was a lot of walking round with hands in front pockets. Framing the lack which is presumably compensated for with a small red sporty car. I was trying to figure out what they were there for, where were they from. I like to think they are pilots, in the school of Mile High.
Then this morning I was walking to work and had to skulk to avoid a large group of middle aged men crying in relief as they found the first pub of the octagon. It was not even 11 in the morning and I do not think there was a shadow past the yard arm anywhere.

Sometimes you stumble across slices of someone else's hilarious life

Despite his status as a top producer and the success of his nu-metal project, Pain, he still fronts the band that got him where he is today: HYPOCRISY! ...
Naturally my mind ran overtime thinking about what kind of person this must be.

Of all the things to think of

Why did I have to remember Natasha Bedingfield's poo stain of a song "I wanna have your babies"? So I don't suffer alone here are the lyrics. I found them on a website that also offered a complementary ring tone of the track - figures, no-one's going to pay for it. So read and rejoice in some of the most degrading lyrics this side of a rap song.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
But what if it don't?
What happens in my head stays in my head
But sometimes it won't
What if you knew what I was thinkin
Would it make you like WOHHHHH!
Dont wanna risk puttin' my foot in it
So ill keep my mouth closed!

All you hear is...

mmm mmm m m m m
Gonna button my lip So the truth dont slip
mmm mmm m m m m m
Gotta beep out what I really wanna shout
Woops Did I say it out loud, did you find out
I wanna have your babies
Get serious like crazy
I wanna have your babies
I see 'em springin up like daisies

Some of my feelings keep escapin'
so I make it a joke
Nonchalant I keep on fakin'
So my heart dont get broke
Im in a big big big big ocean in a tiny little boat
Ill only put the idea out there If I know its gonna float

All you hear is...

mmm mmm m m m m m
Gonna button my lip
So the truth dont slip
mmm mmm m m m m m
Gotta beep out
What I really wanna shout
Woops Did I say it out loud
Did you find out
I wanna have your babies
Get serious like crazy
I wanna have your babies
I see 'em springin up like daisy's

In my head there's a slot machine
And Im bettin' you're the one in my hopes and dreams

Trust me it would scare you if you knew what was goin' on in my brain
Trust me it would scare you that I've picked out the church all the schools all the names
If you knew it was all about you every wish Every candle every coin in a fountain
Trust me it would scare you

Thats why I go...

mmm mmm m m m m m

mmm mmm m m m m m

Gonna button my lip
So the truth dont slip
mmm mmm m m m m m
Gotta beep out
What I really wanna shout
Woops Did I say it out loud
Did you find out
I wanna have your babies
Get serious like crazy
I wanna have your babies
I see 'em springin up like daisy's

mmm mmm m m m m m

Gonna button my lip
So the truth dont slip
mmm mmm m m m m m
Gotta beep out
What I really wanna shout
Woops Did I say it out loud
Did you find out
I wanna have your babies
Get serious like crazy
I wanna have your babies
I see 'em springin up like daisy's

mmm mmm m m m m m

Try not to think about Natasha spraying them children out, popping up like daisies, and try not to think about the incorrect grammar and apostrophies - as I found them on the site. I'm probably going to have to dial a prayer now.

My stint as cat's paw

I'm a bad photographer, but I think this picture captures the essential smugness of cats quite well. This is the cat I am looking after, and she is patiently training me up so that I will do her bidding.

Ok, so its time to stop playing around

This is what the big girls use

The offal continues

What kind of sick society do we live in?