Speaking of sex, one thing that's really annoying me about the fall-out from those Sky presenters being dicks and getting fired (probably in some sort of blatant attempt to distract us from the current government's fallings) is every single presenter in the world going on chummily about how they would never do such a thing in a tone that implies that what they actually mean is either the exact opposite, or that they would never be caught doing it. Being a "good sort" or possibly a "good sport" I'm supposed to "get the joke" and "laugh along". Unfortunately all it really communicates is that the presenters are pretty sure no women of note are watching, largely because they don't believe that such things exist, and whilst I certainly get that joke I am not going to laugh along. Sorry. No, not sorry.
The workshop went pretty well yesterday. At the end of it, all the kids came up to me and asked where I got my clothes. Got props for wearing an obscure One Piece t-shirt. Think I maybe look like their mental picture of a cartoonist?
So, onto the second last of the compilations -- shermarama's christmas quiz. First of all, an enormous apology. I thought I had successfully obscured the track titles, but I'd only got rid of half of them. A cute joke has been turned into an annoying clean-up job, curses. Fortunately, the CD itself has more than its fair share of delights such as ******* *** *** **** and **** and ***'* *** **** ** **** by *** ***** ******. There were, however, also some frights -- including a particular horror of mine which instantly sends me back to beeing six and dancing around a huuuuuuuuuuuuuge maypole in one of the disturbing villages of my childhood. Can you guess what it was? Thank you, The Floral Dance; and here's the full list.