Yesterday it was the kids summer school disco - they were adamant about going, they love to dance.

Instead of the usual DJ (Dazzling Darren n his dead pan antics) it was a snoop doggy dog wannabe,  peak cap teetering just on top of his fro, and at a who played HIS own favourite songs, whilst busting moves and spinnig uncontrolably - he even threw in the odd moonwalk - whilst illegibaly singing along - out of breath. Heee-hheeeee !! Owww!!

Most of the kids just stared at him, slack jawed, just wanting a bit of High School Musical or the such like.

"What's your name cute thing" ? He asked the headmistress - "Mrs Parker" ! she said sternly, so she was known as Preeeteeee Parker for the rest of the evening. (She was NOT amused)!

Well, I have less than a week left at work, I love my boss to bits but FFS if we have another conversation where he insits I must be bricking it with only X amount of days to go, I wont be held responsible for my actions! He was very quiet and nice to me for the rest of the morning - jeese it's just not like him,  I dont think he swore at me once!!!?? What a b*stard!  :o)