Apr. 27th, 2005

skylarking: (zebadee)
I saw a copy of the second series of Henry's Cat in the shop when I bought a Snicker bar (for the sugar rush) and the words to the theme tune came back to me in a rush

(Henry's, Henry's
You must know Henry's Cat
You must have seen the movie
You must have read the book
He's a mellow yellow feline
So take a second look
He knows everything about nothing
And not too much about that
If you know someone who knows what he knows
Then you must know Henry's Cat
Then you must know Henry's Cat)

It's bizarre. Where has this information been sitting in my brain all these years?

And why can I remember things like that when I can't remember where I put my keys half an hour ago?


I'm knackered today. It's partly my fault for staying up later that I usually do to watch CSI Miami.

I've decided that while I like CSI CSI and CSI New York I don't like CSI Miami that much. Horatio is annoying.



I'm trying to get John to make a cup of tea with only the power of my mind.

I keep staring at the back of his neck thinking "Tea John, you want to make some tea"

It hasn't worked yet. I could get up and make it myself but I can't be bothered.

Lazy? Moi?


ETA

Tea! Woot!

But the staring didn't work but luckily my manager decided it was time for a cuppa. John did make it, so my infulence sort of worked.

Wise Words

Hope is the gay skylarking pyjamas we wear over yesterday's bruises ~ De Casseres

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