5th July; Macs, Lies and Toupee Talk

We have experienced a heck of a lot of rain in the last few weeks, and due to this it has become increasingly more difficult to decide what kind of outerwear to put on in the morning.  It was dry today but even so, we could have had a downpour at any moment. With this in mind, the first subject of today’s blog is about coats and more specifically rain proof clothing.
A colleague is going to the Global Gathering festival soon, and she decided to let us know about the Rain Mac she has purchased just in case the heavens decide to open while the event is taking place.  Although she did not show us the Mac she’d bought she did proceed to tell us all about it.  Personally I’m not all that interested in what Mac she buys, especially considering she probably won’t find a use for it outside of the festival (except if she suddenly decides to keep it for her cat to lay on)
The Mac in question, she tells us is like a poncho but made out of clear plastic.  Not only that, it is also covered in blue dots.  Now I’m no doyen of the fashion world but I don’t see how a plastic rain Mac with blue spots on it can be given the title ‘stylish’.  I guess it’s down to personal taste.

Someone told me recently that they had lied to one of my colleagues in relation to their hair.  The poor lad is very young and, although very intelligent, sometimes displays a certain amount of naivety. Suffice to say, I have been harbouring a (supposed) secret about this other person for a few months now.  Today I decided it was time to let him know that he had been sold a lie about a certain female colleague (who shall remain nameless).  For you see, she had told my younger colleague that her hair was in actual fact a wig.  3 other people told the same lie to him, and he has continued to believe it:  he’s had no reason to question it but I had felt he had carried it with him for too long (not the wig, of course).  In the course of me confessing to him that I knew it to be a lie I managed to cause him to become somewhat embarrassed: to the point he didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day (it was only about an hour before he went home).  My intention was not to embarrass him but merely to right what I considered to be a wrong. This may turn out to be a good thing because he can now use it against the people that sold him the lie in the first place.

This whole story has been of great inspiration to me, not only for this blog but also for the Sit-Com I have been trying to write over the last few years.  It is still very much a work in progress and I am continuing to explore the many facets of the characters contained with it.  So, to my colleagues I say thank you.