my innermost sanctum

why i "like" my job even though it's utter bollocks

as some of you's already know, i work with one of the regional sport broadcasters. and as such i get to come across "famous" sport personalities once in awhile.

like, ian rush, joe royle, mick "mankind" foley, and a few others who i wasn't aware of but was told they were anyhoo.

during the ruggers world cup last year, all blacks' shane howarth was a studio guest throughout the campaign. and once, i had the privilege to be in the same lift as he was after work. of course, i hyperventilated. given that shane howarth's a bit of a cutie, which female doesn't, i ask you?

anyways, guess wot? lee sharpe was walking into the warpaint/presenters' dressing room earlier this afternoon while i was yakking away with a colleague. and then he smiled, uttering, "hi". to me.

i didn't recognise him but was already drooling all over awestruck all the same. so i asked my workmate if he was a newly-hired presenter. to which she replied he might be a studio guest. no matter, he's dishy, i said in return.

only when i parked myself inside my cube farm moments later that it struck me said dishy blokey was lee sharpe. he has turned bottled blond that's why i didn't quite place him at first.

i just couldn't concentrate the work at hand. in fact i'm plotting how i could go up to him and ask for his pawprint without making it too obvious. 'cos an unwritten clause in the company's policy stated that we are expected to behave at all times regardless.

i quite liked him when he was at manyoooo many many moons ago. so it'd be a great shame if i don't have any proof to show my mates - or whomever's interested to hear - that i have indeed met a sorta-favourite player of the footy club i've had been supporting since i was twelve.