I don't often post due to horrific workload but this weekend I actually hope to avoid weekend work from home!!  Hope you are all well, and hope to see you soon, that said, it was a good day at work, which unlike for normal people means more not less work this week!!

Anyone who fancies a beer on Sunday, let me know as some unwinding would be good...and would love some company.  In the meantime, check out the quiz and amuse me with your answers...

1. Do you have a tattoo?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Fish?
5. Do you dream in color?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Hipsters or Hillbillies?
8. How did we meet?
9. What's your philosophy on life and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be? (this is the most hurtin' internet question ever.)
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like musicals?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
15. Would you cheat ?
16. What are you wearing?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
21. What's your favorite day of the week?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. What was your first impression of me?
26. Have you ever done drugs?
27. What's your favourite pizza topping?
28.  What bred of dog is best?
29. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Well as somewhat conclusive evidence of the strangeness of my taste in desk toys, please meet my userpic.  I'm actually very proud of myself for managing to upload it without the help of Significant Other (SO), who is currently away playing LOTR online for the weekend (and drinking quite a bit too if last night's phone call was anything to go by!).  Am pretty impressed he called actually, given he's on a lads and online role-playing weekend, and I was pushed almost to amazement when he was enthusiastic about my happy news at getting Setanta ahead of today's SPL match - given his feelings on football, it was sweet of him to humour me. 

Apologies to all those who have not yet been able to face food since the horrific image outlines in yesterday's 'forfeit' post; I can attempt to excuse myself only on the grounds that:- firstly I work with folk who it is impossible to offend and so am not always as conscientious with my  'cringe factor measurements' as I might otherwise be (sadly this only goes for some of my colleagues, after all, surely no-one has an office where everyone is chirpy, tolerant and well humoured?) and secondly, I'd insisted to all that I wanted to spend the weekend in solitude with only my PC, the entire first 2 series of Scrubs and a large selection of lagers and real ales since I was home alone.  Needless to say, the novelty of peace had slightly worn off by 6 yesterday evening due to the unfortunate lack of another human being in the vicinity to remind me to eat while drinking!!  Still for a 5 pint plus message, I reckon it could've been considerably worse.  Did later fall asleep halfway through a Frambozen and series one of Scrubs though.

So, solitude's been alright as a change.  Finished the book on Science and Religion I've been reading and saw some footie and much Scrubs and the bottom of more than one bottle of Banana Bread Beer.  Now have a couple of Dark Islands which my conscience is telling me to keep for the arrival home of SO...but will I manage it?  Should currently be working on the stuff I brought home from work to do this weekend but since the depressing inability of my footie team to be successful at home, and the fact I read serious stuff this morning, I feel I need some sort of skive.  I've a pile of trashy novels and some more Scrubs all competing far more successfully for my attention. 

Zantic - since you asked, I can confidently assert that I've no longer any fear of Babybel; I now know how to successfully undress the damn things and save myself the pain of trying to dental floss and toothpick wax out of my fangs and cavities over a period of many days.  However, you are right, I should fear my friends as I've a terrible feeling that cakes made from very similar items which I cannot manage to detect the waxy pitfalls of might be on the horizon.  Will have to wait to Christmas though as my birthday is safely in the past, and with it those horrid feelings of aging and introspection.

Hope everyone had a good weekend and that tomorrow brings the promise of a decent day at work immediately followed by the uplifting realisation of being a day closer to next weekend. 

Damn, just thought, I hope virgin posts don't get punished on livejournal as virgin tries do in ladies rugby at certain universities.  In case they do, please rest assured that as I type this, I am drinking a can of warm beer, mixed with yogurt and oats, through the gusset of a pair of my own lacy pants while wearing a studded dog collar, fluffy handcuffs, 4 socks and 8 nipple clamps and while balancing an orange on my nose at the same time (well I was bored)...so no need to send me forfeits to do.

And why does this emoticon look like the orange is lodged in my mouth rather firmly - or like I'm about to perform an action rather inappropriate for a public audience?!

I was planning to introduce my userpic at the same time as my first post but sadly the pal who took my userpic  (I'm too poor to afford the sort of mobile phone that can take and email photos) had trouble sending it to me, so am afraid you'll need to wait to be introduced to my little deskmate, who will be forever immortalised by use as an 'Incomparable' proxy.

What food would I hate to try?  This kind of strikes me as something it would've been fun to ask in Cilla Black's Blind Date, if only because it would stand out as one of the most bizarre questions to ask, even for that show.  The thought of prospective 'dates' waxing lyrical about their deepest insecurities of toffees stuck in dentures or having spinach wrapped around canines or even the terrible fear of choking on hundreds and thousands or similar cake decorating novelties (which actually makes total sense when you consider those horrid silver ball bearing-style things, and I never even considered that until right now).  Anyway, I slightly digress, but surely this would be a better question than 'if you could save anything from a burning building, what would it be?',  to which any man with a modicum of common sense knows the correct answer is, of course, your favourite lipstick/Jimmy Choo shoes/limited edition gold Converse and NOT any of the following: - babies, pets, elderly relatives, bank cards, childhood gymnastics trophy, keys etc.  Or worse, 'if you could take me on the perfect date, where would it be?' - to which the answer is 'not wherever ITV are gonna send us if I 'win' this!'. 

Ok, so it's kind of embarrassing but the food I would not like to try is actually one which I would refuse to try again!! Weirdly,while I know that confession is good for the soul, I somehow know, even as I type this, that I will NEVER live this one down...

I grew up in very much a mince and tatties family, so much so I became vegetarian at 10 for a break.  We didn't get exotic stuff when I was a kid cos we weren't exactly loaded and my folks sacrificed pretty much everything to get some form of property in an area where my sis and I could go to a good school (sadly it didn't really work to get them a relaxing early retirement of luxury funded by my sister and I becoming lawyers/accountancy partners, or as my Dad wanted me to do, working in a bank!).  Anyway, when I was about 15, my Mom gave me what I now know to be a Babybel.  She didn't really explain what it was other than that it was cheese, the only variety of which I'd ever encountered was cheddar.  I was in front of the PC at the time and still  recall the sensation of  gnawing my way through it.   She later asked whether I'd liked it, I responded that I enjoyed the centre but found the skin a bit tough...it took me about 3 days to get all the wax out of my teeth and about the same time for my mother to stop laughing - and she doesn't even like cheese so she couldn't have appreciated my mistake (unless that's why she doesn't like cheese).   Still luckily aged 16 I introduced my dad to the joys of pizza, and he didn't realise they were packaged with polystyrene bases which were not intended for consumption - not sure how exactly he misinterpreted 'remove all packaging' but suffice to say his explanation that his oven-baked pizza was overly crunchy amused me no end and meant that the rest of the family no longer recall the Babybel affair quite so clearly - thanks Dad!  Of course, many years later there was the Turkey incident but we'll need to leave something for revealing at a future date (and leave me with some vague pretense of dignity)...

If I was going to answer the question as it was intended then I would have to say 'any form of meat - for obvious reasons of of self-denying vegetarianism' or 'Ugli fruit' - I mean, they aren't exactly trying to entice you with the name, are they?  Actually I feel the same about 'Shiitake mushrooms' too and the takeaway called 'Shatin' in Uddingston - I mean why??  I bet it's a really good takeaway as well!  Totally unreasonably I also won't try beansprouts because of their appearance, they unfortunately remind me of nasal mucus - thinking about it, I can now see why my pal's parents never liked me coming over to play when I was a kid.  Anyway I shall desist while anyone bored and desperate enough to have read all of this sadly inadequate post still has any chance of finding an appetite to consume tonight's tea.