Or something like that……
While pondering and musing and naffing about in general on the net, I discovered the today has two official (Please don’t sue me, that’s sarcasm) holidays. Male Watcher’s Day and Bubble Bath Day.
Now, I a perfect world we could combine the two and instead of sitting in the government building of doom I could be watching males in bubble baths. Now, my doting partner may not approve of this but I would like to assure him, that (barring David Tennant 
) the only male I will be watching in any bath will be him.
But lets pause a moment. Male Watching day. Does that not scream STALKER! Imagine the moment. You’re a young good looking member of the male species, walking down the street, minding your own business, when what happens to catch your eye? A young lady. And the young lady is sitting on a park bench staring obsessively at you. Her eyes bulging and bloodshot with the effort of not blinking. You move backwards in alarm and she moves forwards. You move to the right and she moves too. You dart to the left and your action is again copied. Thoroughly disturbed now you run away, quivering in fear convinced you can hear the pounding of deranged feminine footsteps behind you.
Now, whilst reading about Male Watching day the website in question extolled the virtues of covert male watching. Now surely that is illegal?? Is it?? Our young chap has now been rewound, and is pondering down the same street. But the park bench is now empty. However, a small movement to his left catches draws his attention. Has that tree always been there? Do trees own their own binoculars? And do trees giggle occasionally and swear when they trip over their own roots? I think not. Cue running, quivering and deranged footsteps.
Maybe he will go home and get into a bubble bath to help him relax and recover from the deranged tree-lady!
Now where did I put my binoculars.
Laters
pompeycaulkhead
Disturbing!!!!
Lol