Start the week

Another week starts ...

My favorite blonde chick that i see on the morning train has disappeared - only to be replaced by a younger version ... i've yet to see the leggy, thigh length booted, brunette (mainly because i've started finishing later and later).


I saw a very famous (famous in his own lunchtime at any rate) french newscaster today - we work with a few of the major broadcasting companies as they're all in the quartier. I couldn't quite place him to be honest and said to him, that i don't really watch a great deal of t.v (as it's all biased !) i'm much more of an internet addict - he harrummped and said " hmmmm ..you can get pills for that".


For a final vignette of my day, check this out : I've recently signed up a couple of good looking, Ally Mcbeal type lawyers (i just couldn't believe my eyes or my luck) and today was their first session.

We / I usually have to prepare course notes and materiel beforehand. I'm a bit behind with all of my work (i'm snowed under and am completely saturated, to be honest) but, so anyway ... i'd just got their stuff together as they arrived.

I went into their room with it all behind my back and, thinking i was going to be funny, had the idea of saying - in the one hand is the God given good material in the other is the dross : make a choice.

I got as far as saying "Who wants ....", when the trainer (who i've always had a bit of a thing for anyway) completed the phrase with "... to go out to lunch with me" and shot her hand up in the air, like the class swot !

D!oh

My two Mcbeals' looked on in amusement, whilst i eyed 'CC' and muttered "yeah, cheers, it's your turn to pay then ... do you iron the underduds too ?"

Where in the hell the 'ironing' bit came from, i just don't know !

P'raps i'm just not all together in the head at the moment ..p'raps it's a freudien slip ... or perhaps it's just the acid flashbacks from 'nam. ... i see a red light and i want to paint it black ...

I should stop writing this late at night, methinks.