Sad Mondays...

Well that was a better weekend than I expected if only because I discovered Man Stroke Woman, the new sketch show on BBC3 featuring the one, the only Nick Frost ladies and gentlemen, lets give him a big hand. Best sketch show I've seen since Big Train. Also Jack Johnson is fantastic.

Apart from that, I also discovered a new sandwitch filling by accident: fried peppers and tuna and a few tomatoes, a little bit of garlic, lots of lemon juice and a little yoghurt... yum. Problem is I realised it would be a perfect sandwitch filling as i was eating it as a part of a meal with lamb... but oh well.

Nearing the end of my employment here, only 2 and a bit weeks left. And less than that before some come back from uni for Christmas! :D I can't wait to see you lot, it has been so strange not seeing everyone every day, I'm sure you'd agree.

If someone turns something upside down on the shelf and it is left like that for long enough, a more intelligent, thoughtful and overall better someone will turn it the right way round again. Thank you, little old lady, I thought I was going to have to get up.

Fantasy of the Night

To Bed.
The fox who waits,
With matted fur and thoughs,
For springs to creak and settle down,
Cries out.

Sudden silence as the moon falls on it,
Crushing it completely.
To sleep.

(oh god he's naming them now, and he's stopped rhyming... ok folks this is bad, get out the hoses)

The Cornered Artist

He staggers backwards,
Dented to his very soul,
Stabbing with his pen.

(AAARGH MAKE IT STOP)

Until next time...