RoyII

From the title you all probably know what's coming. At the place where I live the outside rubbish bins are at the end of the garden. This morning I was putting out some rubbish. I took the lid off the bin, which was pretty full, and inside, nestling at the edge of a waste pile was one of these:

Yep. It was a rat. And it was huge. It was obviously just as pleased to see me as after a couple of seconds, it bolted down deep into the mound of trash, well out of view. I hurriedly put my rubbish into the bin, and secured the lid.

Now whilst not having a phobia about our rodent friends, this encounter made me a bit uneasy. I have probably been reading a bit too much James Herbert, but the idea of living in close proximity to potentially loads of them is not very appealing. I am going to give the council a ring to see if they have any advice. Hopefully it will be down to someone else to ponce around with the poison and traps...

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Modified on February 18, 2008 at 1:42 PM

Ever had a Hawaiian Temple massage? I had better say now that they are completely legal (I know how your minds work!), and up until very recently, I had never even heard of them. When a friend said he was getting one for free, my immediate assumptions were that the event was going to happen in a place such as this:

To my knowledge, there are no Hawaiian Temples in SW London, so my curiosity was aroused. As the term 'Temple' probably referred to an area on the head, I suspected that they are a lot less exotic than they sound. My mate didn't seem too sure what they were either - the lady who performed these offered him the massage in exchange for Yoga lessons. What I wanted to know was what makes them uniquely Hawaiian? Does the woman dress up in grass skirts whilst doing the massage? Are pineapple chunks involved?

Answers on a comment please!

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