Oh Wouldn't It Be Glovely?

So here is how the new protection on my hand looks (see pic left) - not so much a beer mitt, now it looks more like a small chair for a squirrel.

Or maybe not.

Actually, the more I stare at it, the more it reminds me of the map of Britain.

Oh well that's enough from my subconcious for now, but I do have to say wearing this sparkly rubber contraception does make me feel just a little too much like Michael Jackson.

And let's face it, even feeling a little bit like Michael Jackson is still too much!

(Ouuuuch! ...and to think I did injure it in a thriller. ;-))

But no matter how many sparkly gloves I wear, I will never be quite as convincing a Wacko Jacko impersonator as Dr. Dave. The man who's reputation as the turntable slave goes before him wherever he goes, made a big exit from the UK PFC awards dinner the other night. He spun on the spot, grabbed his crotch and moonwalked across the room, out of the door...and into a bunch of rather stunned lobbyists!

That's the spirit, Dave, you can't beat it. ;-)
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