Skimpy Leather Bikinis!!!!!

Ok, now I've got everyone's attention. And I just found out today that the Romans wore the said above item around London. No wonder they were popular. I know, because the London museum (where I wandered into today) says so. And both catt and sheridanwilde can back me up on this. So yes, Romans in bikinis so skimpy they'd be *highly* embarassing to wear unless you actualyl wanted to show *everything*. Hmmm, maybe I should stop being obsess about this and drag my head out of the gutter.

More random encounters today.....bizarrely bumped into zotz at St. Pauls station who was on his way to the Tate modern with a friend in tow. Nice man, and nice to see him, although very briefly. It really is turning into small world syndrome here, except theres still certain people I really *really* want to see or bump into and I never manage to bump into them. *infuriatedsigh*

And I've a new toy! And before anyone jumps ot any dodgy conclusions, my new toy is one of meirion's samples of a solar sail boom. Its a small black plastic strip that can bend in all sorts of curious ways or snap rigid and I've found it *fascinating* and am endlessly showing it to people, who then think I'm mad. Although it doesn't appear to take much to please me. Let me play with my little toy *giggle*....

Pretty Pretty Clothes

Unfortunately not for me, I can't afford them. Maybe when I have money.....*sigh*

Catt is getting some new pretty clothes made for her. Tight PVC trousers with a million zips and other exciting things, and a wonderful velvety tie-up mini-top with long long flowy lacey sleeves. We went around to spidosaur's place this afternoon, who's a wonderful person who makes clothes (see website here) and came up with a fab design for them and got catt measured. She's very excited about them now, and I've a suspicious she's going to look totally *amazing* wearing them. Go catt! Go spidosaur!

Am I OK?

I think I'm beginning to lose it. I hope not, but the signs are there. I've just shuddered at realising the number of times I've asked various people the simple question 'Are you OK?' today. In all cases many times to each person. Which is getting a bit obsessive and slightly odd. Especially as I already know the answer in all cases, even before asking them the first time. So why am I asking them? And I now realise the question I've been wanting to ask, but have been subconsciously scared of doing so, and therefore projected the object question into the second person. All the time what I've really been asking is 'Am *I* OK?'. Although nobody else spotted this psychological oddity either.
As I said, I must be going nuts.