With some distressing personal news, a new diet starting and a challenging piece of work on my desk, I badly need some distraction today. I usually get my daily mood boost from a little Harry Kennedy love (sorry Guy, but when I’m already angsty, I cannot take any more angst. You are still my go-to boost for the hours when daylight has vanished!), but Youtube seems to have done a bit of tidying up in the run-up to the launch of its paid music streaming service.
Yeah, yeah, the online journo is never far behind when writing on the internet… sorry.
No Harry. Second best thing? RA blogging. I’ve got material to show – four RAPSis and a full-blown RAPS are waiting to be presented. Oh, but which one to choose? I think I need some
shock therapy, so here are some After-Therapy-Mints…
Well, what do you think Paul Andrews gets up to after therapy?
I hope you can take this… it’s a bit naughty… But then, so is Paul…
I admit, Paul is not really a “fluffy” chaRActer. There are massive doubts about his integrity and decency as a social worker concerned with under-age clients. Let’s just forget all that for a minute, and concentrate on his attributes *ahem*
I don’t think I need to say more.
This is a RAPSi for a tolerant well-wisher with a tolerant SO. Fallen in to the wrong hands, this RAPSi might give the wrong impression *ggg*. Who dares?
My shrine fairies – Mimi for the supply of mini tins, and Kathy for materials – as well as all my other generous supporters have made a forthcoming RAPSi windfall possible. This and more RAPSis have to find a recipient. Are there any Paul Andrews fans out there? It seems unlikely. Nonetheless, the RAPSi has to go. If you have any suggestions who might appreciate this RAPSi, send me an e-mail.