Wednesday, 10 February 2010

... we're bouncing into Waveland


At a certain shopping centre the other day, there was a mob of not-unprepossessing young ladies attempting to persuade the clientele to donate money to Greenpeace.
By and large I dislike these solicitors in the marketplace, when all I want is to buy half a dozen sausages or a jar of Vegemite unmolested.
But, as I said, the maids themselves being not-unprepossessing, I thought I might make a closer inspection and feared molestation much less than usual.
The T-shirts were particularly interesting I thought.
Eventually though, I decided they didn't need my small change.
This was probably a wise decision, else my hard-earned cents may have gone to to such worthy projects as this one.
Not, I may add, among the outcrops I was most intrigued by at the time.