I' m writing these lines(lions?!), from inside the mouth of the Lion's Den and I' m wondering how exactly did Daniel escape? Might he have submitted his project in honour of that moment, and suddenly discovered he was free? I'm expecting to experience the same elation in 48hours.

In which case, the thought has struck my sensitive nervous system, that maybe the synonymity of lion and courage is rooted in how Daniel himself confronted the roaring beasts and has nothing at all to do with lions being intimidating creatures? Role reversal indeed. Let' s award them the glory.

Anyway, I've immersed myself in Lion world since I was inspired about fourteen days ago but I've been in such a state of inspiration that I haven't actually had the capacity to execute my plan. I think this might be a newly recognised medical condition that specifically effects female 29year old senior infant primary school teachers with fake brown hair and it's called canyoupleasegetyourarseingearnowandstopfaffingabout.

Chewing Gum

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8i79DnJ3VE

Flirting with flamenco and testostorone fuelled bulls in preparation of Armageddon on the 15th, while also seeking light relief on the blog. Might the blogged airwaves be jammed in the next seven days due to increased, or possibly excessive use?
Anyway, have almost survived yet another week in politics and have produced one bead of genuine perspiration to date, as one third of the module is being created. Has any other voice out there experienced a distinct overlap, if not reproduction of same, between the reflective journal and the power point presentation?
Embarking on the third third of the module in the morn, sack of clay in one hand and a bag of jellys in the other.......

I' ve just noticed a patently obvious pattern.... Friday('s child is loving and giving)appears to be the subconcious blog day of choice? How can this be? I' m dumbfounded, confused and genuinely bewildered? Where is Sherlock Holmes when you need him? Did he ever get back with Sad, I mean Sadie, who attempted to develop a vacuum cleaner specifically designed to remove ecstasy tablets from her carpet?
Anyway, meanwhile back at the ranch, a.k.a. I'm too wiped out to communicate verbally with the public, so I'll type tripe to International Man of Mystery Blog instead.
So yeah, or oh yeah(god, remember that band Ash back in the nineties?, they'd make a killing now with that volcano in Iceland), I expect that the eternally unsolved mystery of Friday blogging will remain unsolved like all the other inexplicable occurrences that bestow us don't you think?