There be Office Talk at the moment of Fridays Big Event.
Seems the MIR space station is passing over, so you get a good old goz at the sight of a shiny star moving across the sky.
BUT...
The Big Event is that you can see the Handbag that the dozy mare dropped on her spacewalk!
Now, ladies in space is very popular - after all, what lady doesn't want to be like Ellen Ripley (or Vasquez, for that matter!), but seems a tad extreme to don a huge spacery suit, clamber out into the void of space to do repairs, and take your Ladies Accoutrements along, only to let them tumble into the stratosphere!
Of course, you may be up to your norks in solar panelling, when a UFO pops by, and naturally you'd want to bung a bit of lippy on. For as everyone knows, folks get abducted for sexual experiments and breeding programs with space monsters.
Although, more often, it's munteresque hillbilly inbred types in forests who get ravished by Insemmenoids, so tarting yerself up may indeed be a defense against astro-rape.
As would be a heavily loaded handbag.
But she dropped it, and now we're in for a Leonid shower of lippy & tampons. Or whatever else lurks in the bottomless pits of a handbag.
Chihuahua comet! Hurtling from the sky, yapping at the hedgehogs in the aquasphere as it plummets in a firey streak across the sky.
Would never have happened if they'd sent a proper jobbing jobber to do the job. True, he may piss in your helmet, sit on the roof having a fag at time & a half, downing tea and leering over the lady astronauts in Zero-G strings in the shower whilst being secretly filmed for Matt All-Right's Rogue Space Traders.
I wonder if she was paranoid about her bum looking big in a space suit...
