I lived in Wales for a while and I will forever associate the place with the smell of Lynx Africa. In my whole life, I have only ever smelled one thing worse than Lynx Africa and that was when I accidentally poured a jug of urine (long story) into an iron and hit the ‘steam’ button with a vengeance.
But back to Lynx Africa. If I was the President of the Lynx Corporation, or whatever they’re really called, I would make the person who did my advertising a massive crown, cover it in precious jewels and place it on their head and sit them on a golden throne for so cannily selling such huge quantities of canned awfulness. Continue reading →
I’m back in work, which is all very lovely, but it’s highlighted one of the more questionable aspects of my personality. I get rather excitable over things that I really shouldn’t. I’ll give you an example. I received an email today from a supplier telling me that we can expect a secure email integration in the next couple of weeks.
Exciting? Hardly. And yet I made a little squealy noise and actually clapped my hands together like I was trying to bring Tinkerbell back to life.”I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!”
It got worse. On my way home I went to my usual bus stop only to discover that it has been replaced with a brand spanking new state-of-the-art bus stop. WITH A SEAT! A nice seat, too. One that you can sit on, quite comfortably, with all your paraphenalia for a good 5 minutes. I could scarcely contain my glee. Continue reading →