Apart from my moanin', groanin', whingin' anna whinin' ... today was a truly typical, head stuck up the ass kinda start to the week with my usual dose of nutjobs (as if you just couldn't tell).

It was a bad hair day to boot * i know i know, can you believe it ? blokes get bad hair days too*

My problem is that i just don't get time to go to the local barber for a quick back 'n' slap (as opposed to a quick short back and sides) - my weekends just go *ploof* in a flurry of sleep and house dust.

Consequently i'm developing the most uncontrolable of floppy mops - hi girrrls :) - every Monday morning i'm met with the usual barrage of 'phouaaaar, you need an 'air cut mate' *yeah , fakk orf*

The highlight of the day, though, was going out for a swifty beer after work with one of my colleagues.

However, no sooner had the barmaid gone to all the trouble of going out to milk the beer cow (don't ask) and triumphantly plonking down a half pint of murky looking grog, had i managed to knock the thing all over the table and watch thirstily as it all dripped away onto the floor and into the pockets of my most unfortunate partner :(

Kismet, i'm thinking.