Oh. My. God.

Left work, went to Buchanan Galleries. Waited for Paul. Paul turns up. Takes one look behind me and says "thats just cheeky".

I turn around and theres this ned couple. snogging. Didnt think there was anything too bad with that, apart from the fact they were both minging. So turn round to paul and go "eh?". He nods back towards them again.

Its then I notice that the boy ned had his ENTIRE FUCKING HAND down the fron of her trews and is frigging furiously. On the couch outside Lakeland Limited. Im still getting the flashbacks.

For badness we dobbed them into the security guard who chased them.

With the result that they got outside and started snigging and frigging there. In between puffs of fag.

Lovely. If i could scrub my brain with bleach I so would. Bleach and a wire brush.

Oh and we went to see serenity. Which was okay. Very Joss Wheedon. The engineer chick who was so "im so ditsy but good with engines" REALLY REALLY bugged the shit out of me. And she didnt die. But Steve the Pirate did. Which sucked. Arrr!! It did...