Just call me King Kong

King Kong holding Fay Wray 1933

In my last few days absence from work it seems it has been decided by the management that this being a holiday weekend we will do something 'fun'. I make no apologies for being sceptical..... this sudden effort at making the workplace more pleasant I am sure, is mostly motivated by the need to improve moral since the 'sacking incident' rather than a genuine effort to make our working lives more pleasurable. For that reason I had to search my conscience somewhat before deciding to be a part of this endeavor. I decided that as the proceeds from the arranged event will support local charity it was worth doing and so agreed to join in.....before I knew what was involved! Lol.

So what is this event I have offered to support tomorrow? A day of fancy dress is what it is! Hells bells! A day of larking about like fools in store dressed as various film and cartoon characters...........yeah ok it might be fun I admit but what am I to be?? There is sleeping beauty, Maid Marian, Alice in Wonderland, Tweedle Dee and Teedle Dum, a Pirate, Miss Muffett, the list goes on and on. And me?...........I got the gorilla! To be specific I'm not sure if it's a gorilla or merely a monkey but whatever, I seem to have landed a day in a delightful ensemble consisting 3 stone weight of fur fabric, a tail that drags for an embarrassing length on the ground due to my lack of height and some very hot head gear....oh, and as health and safety legislation dictates, this gorilla will be sporting steel capped safety boots!

Damn! Why wasn't I Maid Marian in her beautiful flowing dress..........I'll tell you why, because fancy dress costumiers don't provide for those of a mere 5 foot in height and if I'm gonna look daft I might as well do it properly! :o)

Not satisfied with that, and once the idea of my being a gorilla had settled in, It was put to me that once I finish work, my company rattling a bucket around the local pubs for the evening would be appreciated..........in full regalia of course!

So, if you see a five foot gorilla/monkey, shod with safety boots, in the pub tomorrow night, it's not an over indulgence of alcohol playing tricks with your mind..... it's me!!