Good clean anonymous fun.

So here’s the thing...

You’re sitting there around your kitchen table with a little group of friends.

You know, you’ve got the knitting out, you’re shooting the breeze, really just minding your own business and having a nice ol’ time.

Then all of a sudden this person in a Ku Klux Klan cloak and a Gorilla-gram mask crashes into your home, pees in your kitchen sink right in front of you, then runs out again, before you even get a chance to even say “Hey, wait a minute”.

Just like that.

And it’s real weird.

Thing is, you don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out who’s under the mask there coz their DNA is all over the joint.

Unpleasant business all in all though.

By blogging, I feel I’m inviting people into my home in a way, to sit around the virtual kitchen table for a couple of minutes, and a certain unwritten contract of trust is entered into. The last thing I’m really wanting is the Phantom Pee-er violating that trust.

I went to an all girl high school, and in my year there were roughly 2 groups. There were the ‘Cosmo Girls’ (after their choice of recess reading Cosmopolitan – read as Homecoming Queens), and there were the ‘Arty Dags’ (who read NME during recess – read as nerds or Talent-less Trolls).

Needlesss to say, I was in the latter group.*

It’s interesting how some things never change.

So you know where to find me, I’ll be under my bridge. Careful crossing... ‘specially at night.

*I'd like to state for the record I have nothing against Cosmo...I'm merely making an ethnographic point.