(no subject)

Today I have discovered what not to do on a warm day - get on a Virgin train for a couple of hours with no airconditioning or opening windows.

I was just going to post that, a poem extolling the merits of ice cream, and the silly "I want anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would LIKE to do with me SOMEDAY. Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you." thing.

Instead I'm just going to post the wotsit (see above!) and muse on where I was five years ago.( Read more... )

The type of man I am.

A conversation I overheard on the bus this morning - a woman telling her friend she likes "The type of man who gets dirty - like a mechanic. Not someone who sits behind a desk and lets his secretary do all the work."

Phew. Safe from another brummie housewife's attentions then...