I can’t tell you why I don’t like Mondays – well I can, but there’s not enough time – but I can tell you what gets me through each Monday through to Friday. The truth is that I’m one of those people infected with the Mana-ma-na virus, and am known to walk down corridors late in the afternoon replying to peoples’ requests with a Tourettes like ‘Do-doo de-do-do!’And if it’s not ditties from puppets, it’s the strains of Manfred Mann and his ability to be blinded by the light whilst being wrapped up in a douche like a hoona in a high.
Of course it goes without saying that I don’t mind being held closer by Tony Danza!
The only cure I know of is to quit, so unfortunately I’m still highly infectious!
Ms mana-ma-na M.
