Dressing Up Makes Me Feverish!

As part of my new job, there are monthly 'buzz nights' held for the employees of a certain area, and next weekend I get to go on an all expenses paid trip to Seaworld on the Gold Coast for what is basically a giant piss up. Fun, I hear you say. I quite agree apart from the fact that it will be a Little Britain themed dress up night. I think that it requires a large amount of original thinking to dress up effectively and unfortunately, people usually beat me to my own thoughts. For example, in the hostel recently, we had a 'Cops and Robbers' themed night. My first thought was Robocop. Two other guys turned up as Robocop. So, for this one, I was thinking Doctor Who in honour of the wonderful Tom Baker. But where could I get such a spectacular scarf?

Last night I went out with my workmates and had, rather shockingly, a decent pint of Guinness. Or rather, several decent pints of Guinness in a bar frequently by city folks finishing a long hard day at the office. Now, I don't know if this is a hard and fast rule, but business men are the sleaziest men that you could ever be unfortunate enough to find Except that they find you and bombard you with compliments so cheesy that mice begin to emerge from the floorboards. Horrible.

Mike and I are going whale watching yet again tomorrow and hopefully this time, we will actually see whales. Although, knowing our meteorological luck, there will probably be a rogue iceberg just off the coast of Moreton Island waiting to puncture the stern. And then we'll all be eaten by ravenous dugongs. Our luck is genuinely that bad.