Shopping

Usually, when I go shopping I know pretty much what I need to get. The only thing for which I frequently make an exception is books (well, you never know when you might find a new book by a favourite author) but yesterday I managed to impulse-buy a baby rat. We'd gone to a big pet shop to see if they sold mice, since my last one died a few weeks ago. I was rather tempted by a hamster, but then we saw a little ratty face looking at us. I'd always kept rats in pairs before, but he was on his own anyway and looked a bit lonely.

He's incredibly sweet, with very fuzzy fur and is white with a light brownish-grey head and stripe down his back. The only problem is that we can't choose a name for him. I've never found it difficult to name pets before (and I've had a lot of them) but anything I think of, Chris doesn't like, and vice versa.

If anyone has any ideas, let me know. Hopefully you might be more helpful than the kids at my work. One of them suggested 'Jasmine'. I reminded her that it was a boy rat, so she thought for a bit, then came up with 'Miss Billy'. It's an interesting idea, but I think not...

Underwear and other unmentionables

Last night I went to an Ann Summers party. I wasn't too sure about going, but since I haven't been out for weeks I thought I should at least try to have some sort of social life.
I went with my sister and a friend, and we got there eventually despite our friend's 'interesting' method of travel. This involved working out what bus we needed to get, finding out that we would have to wait 5 minutes, then catching the next (wrong) bus because "it'll probably go the right way" - no, it didn't.

The bizarre games they make you play weren't too bad this time, then we got to see various bits of lingerie, some nice, some strange and as usual, some tacky, (all of which my sister refused to model). I hadn't been planning to buy anything, but I fell slightly in love with a purple velvet basque, mainly because it pushes my bosom further up and out than I had ever thought possible. I managed to justify buying it because it was reduced if I bought it that night, and I'm a sucker for a special offer...

After that, we got to play with quite a lot of vibrators. The oddest one was a little egg-shaped thing whose vibrations were strong enough that it wriggled from one person's hand to another, rather like holding a geriatric mouse, and the scariest item was an enormous tongue-shaped object, which thoroughly unnerved several of us. And no, I didn't buy any of them.

So, that was my exciting Saturday night. I really should get out more.

Reading Matters

I keep entering competitions with monetary prizes with the intention of paying off my debts if I win. However, I know that if I do win any money, I would just buy books. It seems strange that some people brag about never reading, when I rate books slightly higher than even chocolate. Maybe reading is just a habit, but it's one of my better ones.

I'm currently reading Jeffrey Deaver's 'The Blue Nowhere' (which has a lot of very technical computer stuff in it that I just pretend to understand) and I think I'll go on to 'The Devil's Teardrop' after that. (It's another of his very good books.) A large proportion of my books are crime and forensic-based novels, although I have a lot of sci-fi as well.
The most recent book I bought is called 'B**locks To Alton Towers: Uncommonly British Days Out' - I think I'm going to enjoy that...

If anyone has any recommendations for my future reading, please let me know.

A short rant

I'm thoroughly pissed off with my local bus company. They're increasing the fares, which is bad enough, but what really got me was their patronising explanation for the rise. Now, if they'd mentioned fuel costs, inflation or some other rational reason I wouldn't have minded so much but what they said was 'We wanted to simplify the payment system for customers to a flat fare so they do not have to find change'. Well, thanks a bunch. How did we ever manage without bus managers sorting our lives out? I would much prefer to find change as I've done for the last several years than pay a 25% rise in fares, as I suspect most other people would. But they didn't ask me.
They never do.
Bastards.

Frice

Last night I found myself pondering one of the great questions of modern science. What would a frog/mouse hybrid look like? There would be many possible combinations of frouse: leg length, fur/no fur, colouring, sticky tongue or gnawing teeth... The babies should be little pink fuzzy tadpoles. I think frice would make good pets . With the long tongue they could solve any insect problem and they'd scare off Jehovah's Witnesses too. I suspect that they would still throw their shite out of the cage and into my shoes though.
Now, all I need is an evil genetic engineering genius (or EGEG if you will).

I wonder if they have ads in the Yellow Pages?

It worked!

It's taken two hours to get this going, and now I'm just staring at the screen.
It's strangely difficult to think what to say. Oh well.

Things I like:

• Books
• Pirates
• Rats
• Drumming
• Fire
• Chocolate
• Coffee
• CSI
• Sci-fi
• Skeletons
• Dragons
• Red Pandas
• Purple

Coming soon, things I dislike. (Bet you can't wait!)