So I was flicking through this woman's magazine, like you do when there is absolutely nothing else to read and saw this story about a woman who has a life long love for a London bus. She has  a collection of little model buses and related things and visits the London transport museum once a week to visit her, um, lover. I'm thinking the whole time that this is surely a wind up, but no. Its completely for real... 
Made me think a couple of things; First that this magazine was exploiting a woman with a severe mental illness, and second 
WTF ? ? ? ? ? ?


And I thought that after a good amount of years sifting through random things on the internet that nothing could surprise me. I was wrong !


 Sooo, what's the strangest thing you have fallen in love with? 
I'd honestly be really interested to find out :-)


  

Made me smile :]

Ok a little experiment. I am for the best part always skint. That is I virtually never have any spare cash past about 5-10 pounds. Its always accounted for. Buying something new or going out is a 2 months+ planning and saving exercise. Its not like I dont eat or anything, theres no real sob story. Its just I never do anything ! Cant afford it :/ So after reading a few things around the web I'll give this a go and ask on the internets to help!

So i've done something a little silly... See I ordered a new graphics card for my computer and its being delivered tomorrow morning, early'o'clock tomorrow morning. Its currently 2am ish here and I gotta stay up to take the thing. I just dont function with alarms, and i dont stand a chance of getting up in time if I go to bed now.
 So im clock watching for the next six or so hours,
tum ti tum! la la, yeah bored already !
Bah ;)

Come on, will take you a few secs ;)
Prize of 100,000 internet points for the funniest! :-)

I've never understood the compulsion some people have to move their bodies to music.It just doesn't light any bulbs inside me... In fact I wouls go as far as to say that when I see people dancing they appear, well, less than 'ok' to me. Its like they're all being hypnotised by some seedy stage show magician intent on robbing them of dignity.
 'Stop that!' I'd love to say. 'Cant you see what you all look like?!' but I know it wouldn't help. They're already lost to this foolish urge to bob about like turkeys dodging bullets.
 I dont want to offend anyone, I firmly believe that where some things are right for some people those same things are utter pants to the next person and neither are right. It's up to the individual. I just felt the urge to blab about how I feel on the subject...If you are a dancer and you enjoy it then good for you :-) 
(even if you look like a hallucinating gibbon ;p) !