X-Ray eyes

I went to Parliament last week and got burnt; not as in got ripped off but burnt as in the sun fried my skin like I was lying on a beach in Tenerife with a knotted hanky on my head. The Parliament is on lock down as the Tamil Tigers are in the middle of a major offensive and anything political is a major target.Nothing much to see but there isn't much point sitting round the house all day scratching my arse. After getting home and discovering I'd been collecting tokens for the skin cancer club I hid in the shade for the rest of the day like a vampire goth.
I saw a messed up accident the week before last while cycling through the city. I was waiting at a traffic light and a bus crossed in front of me. As the bus crossed the middle of the junction a woman fell from the rear door. Sri Lanka is one of those countries where people hang off the sides of moving buses during rush hour and the trains are just as bad. You wonder how no one gets hurt and I guess the answer is, 'They do'. The woman seemed to fall in slow motion, losing a shoe in the fall and then laying unconscious on the ground as if asleep. I cycled up and stopped as local people gathered around to try and help. I waited a couple of minutes but then left as I felt uncomfortable just watching without having anything constructive to do. The bus had carried on, probably not noticing it had lost a passenger, but had been stopped half a mile up the road by police. The moral of this story is don't stand by the door.
Today I hit 100 golf balls on the driving range and rejoined the gym. I've almost no idea how I ended up with these past-times other than I couldn't think of anything better to do; I think that could be an excuse for doing almost anything. I had intended to go out drinking and for a meal this weekend but there's been a thunder storm at 6 O'clock every day for the last 6 days. This may sound like a lame excuse for not going out but I'm with the mogwai on this one, just don't get me wet.
Other than that I bought some glasses to try and look more intelligent, (and also because I was getting headaches staring at a computer all day) but unfortunately it doesn't seem to have worked; it's stopped the headaches but I haven't had the call from Mensa yet. I also played for my work's ten pin bowling team against another company. My bowling skills are almost non existent, but I went along to the practice for the crack (a laugh as opposed to freebase cocaine). During the first practice I scored 63 and 94, which is poor to say the least but not completely unexpected. Somehow on the second practice and fueled by beer I scored an unimaginable 137 and 144 beating virtually everybody else. On the strength of my last performance I was promoted to the team where I preceded to return to my previous form and failed to break a century; I don't think I'll be playing again next year.
Today's blog was sponsored by Lion Lager and a rain storm that has prevented me from leaving my house.