Dying for a pee...

I wonder sometimes if someone is tuning into my brainwaves just searching for something that they know will make me see red instantly.

Case in point;

http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/s/1069339_toilet_signs_too_pc

It *has* to be a test to see if I can let things go and chill more, but honestly, where do I start ?!

For me, the obvious 'solution' to this non-existent 'problem' is that people who feel uncomfortable using toilets labelled, 'ladies' and 'gents' should just use the disabled facilities, which cater for both sexes. But of course, that's bound to upset someone. If the worse that can happen to you in life is that you feel offended by something like this then you're lucky, you have no real problems.

See, that was fairly restrained ;o)

What ?

OK, I have romantic delusions of being a writer but have zero experience (do high school essays count ? thought not) so I decided that the best thing to do would just be to pound keyboard and get some words out there, see what happens, see what develops. The only way to do something is to get off your arse & do it. I think about things for too long, far far too long, and often lose all impetus behind what I wanted to achieve in the first place. So, less of the thinking about doing & more of the doing.

Be aware that much of this blog will be random, rambling and occasionally ranting. *Lots* of things annoy me. I know, I should chill more, it's a work in progress :o)