Well friday evening and what am I doing? Ab-so-lute-ly nothing-nada-zilch. I should of course be studying,or cleaning,or one of a hundred other mundane jobs that I am sure this tiny little brain could come up with but I am not.
I am sat here with fingers poised wating for some fantasticly inspiring thing to pop into my head. But that could take all night,or all weekend so meanwhile in the intermission
I was today called Fab,not once but several times. Now that of course set off a train of thought completely unrelated to the reason for the calling of it,you know as it does. Well alright so for me it does. This train of thought eventually led to the question " What the hell did F.A.B. stand for on Thunderbirds?" They all said it, even Lady Penelope, and Parker. I loved Parker" FAB my Lady " cool guy,for a puppet
Anyway does anyone know? I know that it isn`t the question of the century and the world wont stop revolving if we dont find the answer ( Though it might!!) But it has always puzzled me
So to the next little piece of wonderment. Sat outside my apartment right now is a classic Citroen,it even has the doors on the wrong way round!!
I love classic cars.
Had another Confri ( Paddys word not mine,well it is mine now) with the main bosses today,and still didn`t get round to this contract signing. Well guess they will sooner or later. It has been a strange day what with some people being absolute darlinks and others being total Jerks with a capital W. Though total Jerk will be totally not happy when his boss hauls him over the coals on Monday morning for having section 14 of the Banking regulations code quoted at him and being threatened with The office of Fair Trading and Trading standards. Think they might just talk to me on Monday now
