Don't you love it when you've had a bag of crisps(potato chips in America), and at the end you pore the remaining crumbs into the funnel that is your mouth.The bottom of the bag is where all the flavour resides, hiding. But you can't escape your fate, I'll find you. Sometimes I even crumble up the last mouthful of crisps(chips) and turn the finale of flavourful crumbs into a gob filling treat. The flipside to this fantastic episode is when you initially rip into your bag of potato chips(crisps)or whatever you call em') and rupture the corners so badly, when the packet rips so severely that any crumb eating finale is rendered impossible. But wait, what about the other side, surely the other side promises rich, powdery, crumbly morsels possible of pouring into my greedy gob(mouth). But alas no, the initial opening of the bag was to catastrophic to succeed.. I'll just have to make do with ripping the bag into a flat sheet of foil, and licking the inside. Mmmmmm cheese&onion(prawn cocktail)or whatever your favourite may be).

Don't you hate when you see your boss in a non work enviroment. Especially a boss boss who's bossy always. Who feels more akward, you or your boss. What do you talk about. "Hi Dan, em, so how's the little one?". You never ask about my #life, why the sudden interest?! "yeah she's fine,she's talking now". "already!! She must only be 7,8 months now no?". "er no, she's 2.........". "yes, well.... See you Monday, enjoy the rest of your weekend and dont be late". "yes you too, I mean enjoy your weekend, not the late thing." ........prick!!

Why, when you see pigeons on the street, flying around, flocking, doing whatever they do, in however a big or small number. They are such harmless, uninteresting relaxed creatures? The moment your in the same room as one. Well, you can feeeeel the tension in the air. I daren't move, not an inch. He's watching me. "make your move" he says. "make your move. I'll stumble of my makeshift perch, flapping uncontrollably around the small confines of your room, leaving endless feathers, hitting everywall, flying into your face, leaving scatters of small white parcels in every corner....... you make your move".