Wimbledon Fever

I guess the Tennis went to his head. Poor chap. One of those mornings eh?
You know, down to the David lloyd centre to see Timothy for an early riser session of squash. You invested in a headband because your girlfriend said that Nadal was sexier than Federer. You wanted a piece of that sex appeal for yourself. You wanted 'sex' to echo out loud and clear as you swung your fist full of carbon fibre in the direction of the shuttlecock. You wanted to look pro, but because you never wore a headband before, you forgot it was there, and here you are, Mr. Mitigation himself, on the way into that crucial client briefing without a single clue that you are single handedly breaking down style boundaries like no one before. Amazing.

This Guy Is Da Shit!

No really, he is.
How many times have I told you, before you pull the toilet chain, be sure to give a subtle yank, just a tester style, to ensure that it is secure enough to withhold when you let rip with your super turd busting toggle tug. You don't wanna end up doing what this guy did. He pulled so hard that he literally whipped his turd with the chain, the chain got stuck down in the pan so he tugged again, hard, and with the force of his backswing he ended up swinging that shit round his head like a human Swing Ball before he got all dizzy and tangled it around his neck. Strange how it kept shape though, the poo that is, cos when I tried it... errrr

Twisting Melons....

Yep, one too many before Boombox the other week...
"You're twisting my melons man!"

The Thumbs Up

What a cute couple?! And the thumbs up... well, I couldn't have asked for more. Neither of the two is sporting anything particularly exceptional, although maybe white Dr Martens are something we see very little of at the moment, but what I saw in these two was an example of synergy. You know, "the sum of the parts is greater than the total value of all individual components". Ring any bells? If you did Business Studies at school, like me, then you'd know where I'm coming from. On that note I think I'll take the opportunity to send a 'big shout out' to Mr Alexander. Thank you Sir, for hooking me up with some serious knowledge. For a tweed wearing, cricket obsessed West Indian bloke you gave a seriously convincing delivery of Maslows hierarchy of needs. For that, I thank you.