Whatever happens to you today, I'm sure that nothing will be as bad as THIS. Poor lady! Talk about 'thunder bolt and lightning, very very frightening'...
The worst thing that can happen to me today is, I think, total humiliation, in the form of being soundly beaten in a cook-off that's happening tonight. I have a mate who is a bit of a whizz in the kitchen, and in a moment of ego inflated madness I challenged him to cook something better than I could cook it. I hope I manage to salvage victory from the jaws of defeat, but it's no certainty by any means.
This is what passes for entertainment in our lives these days! I may go mad and spike tonight's cooking with Absinthe, just to see what happens. On the way to work this morning, I was chatting to Mel about what constitutes a great night out (or in) now that our student days are far behind us. We were forced to conclude that a DVD and a beer does very nicely! How sad. Mel said, " Don't the students look quite young these days?", and I had to tell her that the latest intake are eight years younger than us. 
Noooooooooooooo!
Last night I arrived home, put on my generic mp3 player, and bopped around the kitchen as I got dinner ready. Suddenly, Kung Fu Fighting by Bustop (featuring Carl Douglas!) comes on, and I'm away - pulling lots of fancy martial arts moves, and generally making a tit of myself. I know all the words too. This is because this is my Shameful Secret Enjoyment Song. If you have such a song in your music collection, feel free to admit it here.
