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But since I'm not, I'll just have to share it with you lot instead!

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"!


Jul. 9th, 2009 02:14 am (UTC)
-madly snickering-

I'm really hoping there were some of those handy wipes nearby . . . office cleanliness is next to Godliness, after all!
Jul. 9th, 2009 03:33 am (UTC)
How about alcohol swabs?