Phew whiff!

The world of men’s fragrance

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.

On the buses

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.