Okay, so I’m sulking.  Also, trying to steer clear of LJ right now as House Season 5 premiers in North America tonight.  By some miracle -- and I really can’t believe my restraint -- I’ve managed to stay largely spoiler free for the new season and I’m attempting to keep it that way, since it’s going to be a while before I see the episode.

 

So… distraction, distraction. 

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Mr. Talktidy was far too pleased with himself last night, laughing like a loon at the sort of joke that eight year olds find funny.  

How do you kill a circus?

Okay – so I really have not been that fussed about posting entries on this journal of mine.  Fun things have happened recently – Wales won the Grand Slam (to the uninitiated, I’m talking rugby, here – I have a national stereotype to uphold) and Dr. Who was being filmed at my place of work, where someone literally bumped into Catherine Tate, while the cast were taking a break.  At least, Dr. Who was a helluva lot less disruptive, though, than the recent visit by the Queen; being frisked before I was allowed to enter my office and then discovering that someone had forced the lock on my desk drawer – apparently in a search for firearms and explosives – was not my idea of a cool morning.

 

So, we come to today (well, looking at the time it’s now tomorrow, but whatever) and what had me in fits of giggles …

 

Allegedly, our local rag (oh, the scamps) ran with the story that the likenesses of Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones (a local girl) were going to be carved into the cliffs about Mumbles in, one assumes, the manner of Mt. Rushmore. I have not had the pleasure of reading the article, but I suppose the notion of this being a public attraction, generating capital for our ugly/lovely city was pushed front and centre…

 

People are stupid. Not only that they were also incredibly apoplectic, when they rang our Planning Department to complain and say they would fight these plans tooth and nail!