Tornados, Teats and Trips.

A tornado in friggin' Birmingam! A big bone crushing tornado! Jeez. Reece is ok thankfully - got wet though. I don't know what's going on with this country, it seems to be falling apart! Apparently (according to my a-level biology... good old Mr King) Exeter (I think - or possibly Somerset - somewhere in England anywhere) has the highest tornado frequency of anywhere in the world, just they are really diddy :) <-- dunno why I smile... how strangely proud I am of this country. Oh and, while we're on the topic of natural disasters, my condolenses to those involved and killed in the Bombay monsoons. I hope Rahul is ok - is that not where he went on holiday? What have I been up to I hear you crying? Well, actually, not a great deal. I've done some work :o, bought a little note book to put down interesting things I read. I've done one chapter "The Common Integument" already. Woo. Did you know that the scent of "wet dog" is due to their sebaceous glands - not sure how exactly, it was vague on details. Or, that cats have 8 teats, and dogs have 10. Fascinating.



On the topic of teats, I found this photo with the caption:
if women were built like horses they would look something like this:
Though, in my opinion the bra is still a little too high.





Am off to London tomorrow to see Vicky, Alex, Reece and Iona. Woooo! Can't wait. Am taking the "North London Line" to Finchley.