So, in the office this morning, we got onto the subject of Michael Hutchence's death - it was a roundabout thing, that started with metal music and ended up with INXS, and then hop, skipped and jumped to being caught dead in a hotel room with your pants around your ankles. Have I mentioned how much I love my office? ;-)
Anyway, one of the girls, S, was a bit surprised when I said that I didn't think Michael had topped himself. She was sure that it had been a suicide.
Now, without wanting to be crude, or graphic, I just said, "I don't think he was trying to kill himself. I just think that he was engaging in an activity which is a bit risky without a safe person there in case things get out of hand."
To which K2 promptly grinned and said, "You need a spotter!"
I nearly died laughing!
I have a feeling that "needing a spotter" is going to join the office lexicon, along with such chucklacious classics as "CBAD" and "you're not the boss of me"!