Off for a bit.

Right then, out of here for a week. Off to L.A for a work related trip. (No, I didn't love writing that sentence at all. Not one iota. Nope. Not one little bit. )

I shall leave you Box Kitty. And a pledge that will I endeavour to come back with some decent material so I can stop cutting and pasting ridiculous animal videos.

Have a good week !

How to make your job seem insignificant.

So there I was at work yesterday making (not very groundbreaking) television when I got a call from an old friend of mine.

She is one of the people who makes up the mortar and bricks of my life, I went to school with her, university, flatted after university etc etc.

She now lives in London and phoned about ten yesterday morning - and for some reason it was a terrible line.

'Wow, the line is rubbish, you sound like you're in the middle of nowhere.'

'I'm in Uganda, so, yeah.'

'Uganda? Why?'

'Setting up a school. Bringing a bit of help to a small piece of Uganda.'

It was at that point it dawned on me that my work efforts go in to entertaining people and all her work efforts are going into educating people who are less fortunate than she is.

I know who Mother Teresa would more impressed with.

Anyway, after nattering away for some time she said as we were winding up the call, 'So remember I'm setting up a school, not here getting a baby.'

'Well you could always get yourself one if you really wanted.'

'Everybody has been saying that to me. A woman even said to me today, (and you have to read this with an African accent),'You should take a baby home with you, we've got heaps!'

'She has a point.'

'No, I'm not bloody Madonna.'

I reckon Mother Teresa would like her even more.

Hangover Kitten

Further to yesterday's post I now present you I-drank-too-much-vodka-last-night-Kitten.

I have a feeling the only thing that is going to make Tosha happy is a big fat greasy fry up, two nurofen followed by more sleep.

Sorry Popbitch...

For shamelessly cutting and pasting again, but it's just too good not to.

My question is who is at fault ? Yappy Cat or I'm-a-plastic-bag Cat?

When Cece Peniston meets the Sex Pistols.

Thank you Popbitch

Andrew Lloyd Webber, you've got a lot to answer for.

Just quickly checking in just so you know I'm alive.

I may be busy, but not too busy to jack some material from Awkward Family Photo.

Today it's awkward pregnancy photos.

I'm not getting the twin open shirts thing in this shot. And, where's her gun ?

As for the 'Cats' lovers....

I'm thinking that child is going to be screwed if it likes dogs.

Hello Dirty Button and welcome to my life.

Boy oh boy.

Brother-in-law has just alerted me to Dirty Button, a place where you can waste all manner of time discovering stuff.

Like being really happy you didn't take this photo.

( I think after seeing that I would head straight for the drinks trolley and drink heavily).

It's also a site where you'll read about other people's misfortune:

And it's where you can discover videos like this.

It does make me wonder if history will ever allow the Spice Girls - or - a cover of the Spice Girls to be cool.

Even if it was done by boys.