The Fleshpots of Southampton...

[hantsbear]

...beckoned.  And who am I to refuse.  So, after a light trim (split ends only before you all start thinking I have given in to a major fit of coiffuring), I jumped on a bus to Southampton, longhaired gem of the south coast.  Went into HMV to buy a couple of CDs, and set the alarm off on exit.  The divine Mr. Beaker refused point blank to perform a full cavity search, merely stating that he would be doing unpleasant things to the clerk who didn't remove the security tag.  I asked for a tape of the screams.  Continued on to Forbidden Planet and another absolutely woofy clerk on the till.  That's on top of the other views as I walked through the city.

Met up with Tom who I've been talking to on Bear 411 of late.  I think I may have persuaded him to come over for an assignation in the week.  Failing that, working in a DIY store, I guess he must be pretty handy with a screwdriver...