Waiting at a traffic lights

Some months back i was walking home from the city. I was waiting to cross the road at a set of traffic lights, on the opposite side of the road from me was another young man, as he waited he took out a smallish leopard skin style vest from his man bag, now clearly after having your leopard skin vest stuffed in man bag it well, is going to get a few wrinkles! So as i watched he proceeded to try and remove the unwanted wrinkles with some quick flicks of the wrists, after several quick wrist flicks, he held it up to his face, inspected it, shook his head in disapproving manner and proceeded to repeat...This went on for serval minutes before the lights changed...Still to this day i wonder if he manged to de-wrickle his vest? But i am guessing the moral of the story is don't stuff your leopard skin vest in your man bag if you don't want the wrikled look at your next party :)

"I'm not strange or weired"

Ah, Saturday morning, stroll to my favorite cafe, enjoy a relaxed scrambled eggs and 2 well made flat white coffee's and then enjoy a peaceful contemplative stroll home...All was going well until i am intercepted by a well built Male "jogger" wearing a scary combination of very tight, tight bright red shorts (way too much visual information for 9am on Saturday morning!!) and a even tighter (if that is possible) white T Shirt! "Hi there I'm "M" (name has been suspressed...) how are you?" As he offered to shack my hand... Like a deer in headlights i sort of well, froze....he continued "well I am not weired or strange...I am not going to hurt or attack you...I'm just new in these parts and want friends" Still like a deer in headlights i just sort turned and kept on my way... After wards i felt sort of bad...but at the time he was just all way too much for me at that time on a saturday...lets face it, the coffee had not had time to make it into my blood stream, hence my brain was still on idle and just could handle the situation...

A dyslexic Blogger!....don't say you weren't warned!

Well readers, friends and unsuspecting web surfers, this is my first blog and heres hoping they will get more exciting in future posts...So how did it all start, well you have two people to blame....a good friend of mine and a doctor (in equal parts...identies of whom i will protect)!

Recently i had to have some unwanted skin paracites removed, the day before at work one of my co-workers in a most caring way says "Enjoy your last meal!" After 5 days off work and surgery complete...me know wearing the battle scars from a fight with a surgen that he clearly won (somewhat unfairly i might say...as he had a very sharp knife and powerful sleepling drugs...what change did i stand?) i returned to work, only to have the same co-worker in the same caring, concerned manner ask me "How did your autopsy go?"