Aie Aie Frou Frou, Can I have a sample please?

The Story of FrouFrou
"Music can be like perfume," suggests a Frou Frou. "It's almost a scent, you know, where the right smell changes an environment and makes life more bearable. "If the challenge for a pair of skilled musical parfumiers is to connect up all five senses and create a sixth realm of heightened emotion, rediscovered memory and awakened dreaming, the debut album by Frou Frou is an olfactory breakthrough.

Duhhh

You, know sometimes I'm relatively vacant upstairs... I ,know I'm a creature of habit, but never before have I come so face to face with my own neurosis... I take the bus every morning to work... I catch it just down the road from my house and it takes me right to my office in about an hour. I always do this, unless miss hazel is with me, then I sometimes take a bus with her half way and then change to my normal bus at Angel.

And then it happened.

I had the epiphany.

This morning I took the 56 with H to Angel... then after much deliberation, lived on the wild side and got on a different bus (73) and took it to Euston... From there I jumped another bus which took me straight to Gt. Portland street! My god. why? Why have I never done this before? Total shut down of lateral thinking? Me thinks so... I think back to all those days I stood at the bus stop idly waiting for my specific number 30... shuddering in the cold, boiling with frustration when the bus didn't come and it took me an hour and a half to get to work... There is something very gravely wrong with my brain in the morning.

To make things even stranger, I realized that in the evening, I jump on any bus that is going in remotely the right direction.

You heard it here first....

I'm losing it.

Ouch!

So I managed to scald the inside of my arm last night... just at the bend, you know, where they usually draw blood for blood tests? How you ask? Quite simple I reply...
Items required...

one hot glass kettle
two and a half pints of Guinness (ingested)
one reach around Hazel as she's trying to poor her tea...

the result is one, really really sore arm... all pink and hurting.