YAAG #3 - traffic lights report. It seems that life is happier under Ken, with 68% of the 37 traffic lights I encountered this morning showing a favourable colour. The bad news is that my fellow cyclists jumped a red light every 41 seconds.
Whilst using the frankly awful shower facilities this morning (with all orifices firmly closed - if the NHS can't be arsed to clean their water tanks, there's not a chance in hell that my employers will have done so), I spotted that one of my colleagues buried in a different dusty corner of this dusty office uses a shower gel that "excites your body and arouses your senses" - I sincerely hope that he rinses down the shower cubicle afterwards. Anyhoo, it kicks nine kinds of crap out of my own shower gel, which is merely "a combination of an invigorating masculine fragrance and a conditioning formula". And I thought it was just soap.
A ghastly post-script - whilst looking into Lynx, I came (ahem) across an intimate local anaesthetic product called Stud 100 - does anyone use this stuff? Mind you, the alternative is far worse...
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