Goosefraba....

Everyone has one in their workplace, I'm sure....
Mine is a little Frenchman, resplendent in a Giorgio Armani suit, pristinely manicured, I've named him 'Bonaparte, but Napoleon was suggested.
Bonaparte suits him more because that's what I envisage myself doing to him!

Takes a fair bit to rile me, but somehow Bona got to me, and all he did was, well nothing.
Bonabreak refused to look up, speak, or even acknowledge my existence.
I even tapped my head just to double check that I hadn't moved into an after life without actually realising it. No, Bonehead was making a little statement, one about the size of his left one.
I was a little affronted... No ones ever done that to me before... Except of course pretty girls at a formal, the school football coach and Bo Derek.
It was like when you put your hand out for a handshake and the intended walks straight past and shakes the persons directly behind you... You end up running your hand through your hair and hoping no one noticed.

He doesn't realise it yet, but he's made my list.
Big mistake! I'm not sure what that envisages, but it can't be good...

So, like a security blanket, tripod, nd filter and the a77 down to the beach. Sat and drank a boutique beer, and thought that people like that make the beach all the more beautiful...

Have a lovely weekend all.