Long time no blog, eh?
Apologies go out to my three regulars. Like you care,
really.
Anywho, life has been busy, what with the new job. Yes, I
have left the world of finance and I am now employed in the world of books. How
cool is that?
My training has involved travelling the length and breadth
of the country “shadowing” the guys already in the job and learning from them.
Visiting bookshops in the sunshine – great!
Much of the travelling has been by plane. It’s been a while
and the increased security searches took me by suprise.
Last week, at one of
the London airports I set off the scanner and received a fairly thorough search
from a security guy. It’s fair to say that this dude was thorough enough to
work out which side I “dressed” and I felt like saying to him that if he was
intent on being so intimate, he should at least wear aftershave.
Either that, or he could just give me a quick prostate check
while he was at it. D.R.E. I think they call it in the medical profession.
I was reminded of that episode in Friends where one the guys
goes to visit Joe’s tailor and complains about “cupping” when he was getting
measured for a new pair of trousers. There was no such cupping at the airport,
but there was definite nudging.
(Wonder what they do with these young dudes who wear jeans where the crotch hangs down to their knees.)
Just what kind of a b-word (you can't say bomb) am I going to keep there?
Anywho, eventually got home, unpacked and unwound with
several cups of spider tea. Is this a new brew, you ask? No, it was simply when
I went to fill the kettle for cup number 3, I spotted a rather large spider
curled up in the bottom. Yum.
Is this where every woman reading this lets out a scream?
Scream not. This spider was one of the good guys. His name
was Tom. He used to be seen scampering across the living room floor of an
evening and now he has gone to a watery (and rather warm) end. Still, a gradual
boil would have been better than the brain-bashing the wee fella was determined
to give him every time he saw him.
Pause now for a wee fella update. He was 14 last month, is
now taller than me - and is therefore unhappy about the title “Wee Fella” title. But what should I
call him now? Answers on a postcard, please. Or, fill in the comments box.
Laters,
M
