Friday. Again.

Mutterings continued.

Busy week at work full of bits and pieces - research on baboons (which have exotic names like Papio anubis and Papio sphinx), memoranda of understandings, annual reports, board reports, death reports, expressions of interest... no wonder my eyes are glazed and my shoulders sore.

It's disconcerting, to say the least, to see the face of a theatre buddy glowering at you from the side of the road. The Lovely Stephen "Ariel" Whiley features in the Enough is Enough anti-drink violence campaign of the Alcohol and Drug Authority and I've spotted a couple of large posters with his phizzog on the sides of bus shelters. Goes to show how good an actor he is as he's such a sweetie and deserves to get paid well for his talent.

More cat strangeness during the week. I was watching telly the other night, with Milo sitting next me. He was staring intently at me with a quizzical look on his face that was most odd. I was sitting on the bed yesterday, putting my socks on, when he poked me in the head with his paw. This morning, in the shower, I looked down to see Gus's furry black and white head poking through the shower curtain, watching the water go down the drain.

Trawling through Ebay, I found this little gem:
"ALBUM DESCRIPTION: Why do celebrities feel the need to record themselves singing? Let's take Greg Morris from Mission Impossible, for example. Apparently being an actor of a hit TV show just was not enough, so Greg found the need to cut a singing album. Unfortunately there was one problem: Greg can’t sing. But why should that little road bump on the Ego Highway stop a Hollywood actor. The solution: well if you can’t sing the lyrics why not just speak them. The end result: The Greg Morris For You LP. It's soothing and relaxing and best of all it's like having Barney Collier of Mission Impossible in your own living room trying to sing for you. As the instructions on the back cover recommend "[this album]…be heard in a quiet room with the lights dimmed low. Better still, listen to it with an arm around your favorite girl". No truer words have been spoken since laughter is the best aphrodisiac!" - FADETOBLACK.COM

Oh dear.