My Lucky Underwear colour

While having another one of those "what did I really come online for?" moments while online, I had a go at this quiz on Blogthings. How the quiz decided that Yellow underwear was lucky for me I don't know. For one, I don't own any yellow underwear. Two, I don't think that bright yellow knickers would particularly suit me-or anyone else for that matter.

Your Lucky Underwear is Yellow

You're an extremely happy, laid back, fun soul. And your lucky yellow underwear can help you get even more out of life. In life, you rather play than work. You're apt to quit any task that doesn't nourish your creativity and inner child. Sometimes your drive for freedom hinders your quality of life. You find it impossible to do anything unpleasant. If you want to have responsibilities and still have fun, put on your yellow underpants. They'll help you make a party out of the most mundane tasks.

What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?

Oh, Lordi!

So the annual cheese-fest that is the Eurovision song contest was won by a Finnish heavy metal band who dress up as monsters. No doubt the fuss surrounding them was a big factor in their eventual victory. Some in Finland thought that they would be an embarrassment to the country. Some even accused them of being satanists. And there's also the little matter of them refusing to appear without their costumes. However, it has to be said that theirs was one of the better entries in this year's competition (we gave them 12 points, so that's got to mean something!) One thing's for sure,it was a lot better than our country's effort. Not even surrounding himself with dancers dressed as naughty schoolgirls could save our representative from coming a dismal 19th. Serves him right anyway, as he comes across as a right arrogant sod.

BBC NEWS | Entertainment | Finland celebrates Eurovision win

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Another for the list

Since going on about the things that I've been wondering over the last few days, I've got one more thing to add to the list: Why is reading messageboard threads so damn addictive? I ask this as since the middle of last week I've found myself reading the messageboard of a very well known rock trio. In fact, I've been reading it so much that I've ended up forgetting the very reason I went on the internet in the first place. Reading people's postings shouldn't be so entertaining, or interesting, but it is, especially when you read what some of the contributors put on these things! However, while I'm happy to waste time reading one, I won't be joining in on one at the moment as (a) I wouldn't have a clue what to say and (b) I'm scared I might say the wrong thing!

Is it just me that's been thinking this?

A few things I've been thinking about the last few days:

1. Is it compulsory for people near the front of the audience in "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?" to wear black?

2. Why is it that over the last week, the weather has been one thing in the morning and another in the afternoon?

3. Will people actually pay attention to the message of the adverts promoting the switch to digital TV, or will they just pay attention to the campaign's cute robot mascot,Digit-Al?

4. Is The Feeling's new single "Fill My Little World" the catchiest song ever?

5. Am I ever going to have a day at work when I'm not the one that's having to deal with the awkward?

The "How Boyish/girlish are you?" Quiz.

Having another bored moment, I discovered this quiz and had a go. Here's the score I got. Having thought about it, I suppose it's right, especially when it says that I don't try to be what people want me to be.

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

File this under "Very Pissed Off"

I had my afternoon off today, the one I usually get when its my turn to be in work on Saturday. I thought I would go into town for a bit, as I needed to get some stuff and it was a nice day so why not make the most of it?

Big mistake. The nice little afternoon trip out turned into the shopping trip from hell.

It got off to a bad start when I missed the bus going there. The bus I eventually got was full of school kids-there was practically a whole class of primary school kids, plus a smattering of high school kids when I started. Then, as soon as they all got off, another truck load of noisy, unruly kids from another high school en route got on. I couldn't wait to get off and prayed for the driver to step on it.

Things were ok, until I got stopped by somebody wanting directions to Argos. Now, usually, I have no trouble helping people with directions. However, I am crap at giving them when I'm getting knocked out by the shopping centre's heating (surely they could turn it off on a day like this?). I told them as much as I could remember and at very least, got them going in the right direction.

As soon as I got outside, I was accosted again- this time by someone who wanted to offer me a haircut and full beauty treatment for a discounted price. I absolutely, totally, HATE people who try to sell you or get you to do anything that requires you to fill out a form and give your credit card details to someone in the middle of the street. If you have a leaflet, I'll take it home and send it off if I'm interested. OK, the offer did sound interesting, and the girl plugging it was nice enough, but there's bound to be a catch somewhere. I said I'd think about it and come back as I was in a hurry. I didn't walk back that way.

What really did it for me though, was having to queue up in Superdrug for nearly half an hour as there were only two people on the till, which, given that it was at a time when everyone's out of work and getting a few bits before they go home, is absolutely stupid. If that wasn't enough, a woman and her kids were trying to sneak in before me by lurking near the side of the counter, pretending to be browsing. I knew their game. I gave the woman a dirty look (I nearly threw in some abusive language, too) and went straight to the counter as soon as the previous customer left. She got the message and dragged herself and the kids right to the back of the queue.

Needless to say, I was so glad to get home in the end!