Raining and dreary.
Decided to leave late so I could tidy up a bit. Caught the 8:29 train and was at work by 9:05. It’s nice to know I can do that if necessary.
Nicole was late because her train was stuffed. Stevie went on a jolly last night with a CP. He stayed at Milicia’s place and they didn’t get in until 10:30. The CP was from FreeThinking and, before he left yesterday, I said he was ‘FreeDrinking at FreeThinking’ and he quoted it at the jolly. Everyone loved it and the nice boy said it was mine rather than claim it for himself. Now they want to repeat it at Woking with me included..
Such simple people I work with.
Farelli emailed to say how much she hates living at Karen’s – too noisy, too dirty and stressing her out. I told her she needs to move back to Balmain.
There has been a surprising amount of furore over Janet Jackson’s nipple this week. During the half time show at the Super Bowl, she and Justin Timberlake did a duet and he ripped the top of her bodice off. It was supposed to reveal a pink/red bra but, ‘unfortunately’, her breast was exposed instead.
Now they’ve all gone insane. JT has made a massive apology saying his relations have been very upset over it, JJ has appeared live and contrite, apologising. Some woman has brought a class action against the network for untold millions because of psychological damage. JJ has been dropped as an Emmy presenter…yadda, yadda, yadda. Absolutely incredible.
A lot of fuss over very little, John Stapleton reckoned on GMTV this morning. It’s not like anyone could see anything anyway as she had a weird piece of jewellery over the offending body part.
Following this calamity, ER has cut a scene showing an elderly woman’s breast in an upcoming episode about…breast cancer.
It’s great to know that the morals of America are in such sensible hands and that they are still free to love guns and kill each other without seeing any errant naked breast. Perhaps they weren’t breast fed as babies and have built up a strange fear of them.
Back in the real world…the train home tonight was brought to an abrupt halt just outside Milford. An annoying South African guy sitting opposite me (who is of the opinion that no-one can hear him yelling on his phone but can whisper to his friend sitting next to him) immediately got on his mobile to tell his wife on their answering machine that there seemed to be a problem and that he’ll be late.
Eventually we found out that some idiot pulled the emergency cord as we pulled out of Milford, then opened the off side door and ran off into the night. We sat for 15 minutes as the guard and driver searched under the train to make sure the train didn’t run him over. Pity.
Meanwhile the South African rang his wife EVERY TIME any fresh information was given to us. Actually he just spoke to the machine. As we started moving his phone rang and he had to explain it all over again because he’s that sort of guy. Another one of those chaps with massive testicles and has to sit with his legs at least 30 feet apart, obviously giving his boys room to move.
Mirinda was on the train behind me and held up for the same reason. She arrived home about five minutes before me.
On the way home, I was caught in a strange, sudden downpour as I passed the Happy Chinese takeaway. Of course this was South West train’s fault because if the train had been on time, I’d have been inside for it.
We had Brazilian fish for dinner. Been a while.
