Very dull day in court today ...

... there's not a lot you're allowed to do, sat in the jury box, you're supposed to concentrate on the drama below.
So I grew a 'tash! I twirl the ends and laugh evilly - Marooogahahahahahahaaaaa!

I'm thinking of getting myself this for my birthday ...

... the tattoo *, not the mouth piercing *shudders*.
Mr Brown won't approve but he's not the boss of me!
I may have to add a little sparrow though, to keep with my tattoo-wish theme.






* No, not really, it would hurt like buggery, or at least, as I imagine buggery would hurt :)

I once convinced a workmate ...

... that I had a big tattoo, a pomegranate with birds, right across my back*. Something like this, or perhaps this. Certainly nothing at all like any of the actual tattoos that come up when you Google "pomegranate tattoo".
Anyway, upon my finally 'fessing up that there was actually no such thing, he said he'd been sceptical about my having a tattoo until I'd described it to him. "Because that's totally the kind of tattoo that you'd get Morgan."**


*No, of course I don't, they HURT, worse than buggery I'm reliably informed, by someone who should know.
** Actually, it's not. I'd have this, or something like it.

Want to make a man's head explode?

... ask him to explain the rules of tennis, or the off-side rule and refuse to "get it", no matter what, even if you do. *insert evil laugh, right here*

It would appear from some recent comments ...

... that this wee bloggage does not reflect my true heart-the-size-of-a-shrivelled-blackened-pea personality.
But I'll have you know I had several people convinced I was starting a new life in Sydney as a dominatrix not all that terribly long ago. Admittedly, the convinced ones were pasty, wimpy, bleeding heart, tenants'-welfare advocates but still, they thought it was possible!