Monday

I survived the first day back at the factory, now to maintain self-dignity through the rest of the week. I am not complaining as I like my job, and love my workmates. Just I'd rather be running a vinyl record emporium or leather jackets store (I love the smell of leather in the morning...'noon and night). In actual fact I'd rather have a time machine and live out a fantasy Japanese "Life on Mars", a la Tokyo 1972.

En route home from work tonight I thought I would toast my day with a cold Hoegaarden in The Green Man . Sated by the beer and complimented by the barmaid I decided to stride out into the chill night air with a spring in my step. I did only to slip and fall on the black ice outside the Co-operative Supermarket. I was on my feet quickly but my trousers were soaked giving the impression that I wet myself. C'est la vie!

Evening Playlist to pamper embarrassed humble narrator...

Queen of Spades - Styx
Tarot Woman - Rainbow
Victim of Changes - Judas Priest
Must Be An Officer's Daughter - Hairy Chapter
Dirty Women - Black Sabbath