hantsbear | The Fleshpots of Southampton...

...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...