Hunting season begins

That's right everyone, my annual hunt has begun. And I'd like to invite all of you to embark on this adventure with me.

From the same person who bought you "The 2009 Shorts Odyssey" and "Where'd you get that dress 2008", not to mention "2007's Search for Non-Fluro", I present to you all:

Boot Quest 2010: Beyond Biker Boots.

That's right, I am kicking off (pun definitely intended) a new shopping hunt, something which will consume my considerable research and hunting skill, and hopefully will, at its conclusion, see me wandering the streets in the perfect pair of mid calf, waterproof, black, flat, not-too-tight-on-the-calf, tough but not butch biker boots. If anyone has any leads, please contact the hotline.

In other news.... I have decided on a new career. I read in the paper about Town Crier War going on in the Cotswolds, where one town crier starting edging in on another one's patch. My response? They are both old guys in weird costumes. It's time to pass the three cornered hat on to the next generation (ie, me). I'm wondering how much something like that pays. Though neither of them looked homeless. I could also be a 21st Century crier, complete with iPhone app which screams "Hear ye, Hear ye" in my voice whenever you get a text. I'm full of awesome ideas.

I have a job interview tonight and I am quaking in my metaphorical boots (my actual boots still being somewhere out there, in the ether) because I really want this job. In my life, really wanting something tend sot translate to not getting it (see the tragic outcome of "The 2009 Shorts Odyssey"). But fingers crossed!!

Have a fab day readers. I hope its not raining wherever you are, because it is raining here.