Vitamin WOW!

Its been a while since last we spoke. I guess the blogs been feeling neglected of late. Abandoned over the festive period, the long dark winter nights, shivering in the harsh winter snow. Well fear ye no more blog for I'm back to caress the keyboard (more like stab away with single fingers) and breath new spring life into thee.

Recently my Desert Boots and I traversed and returned from the Copcobana and Saudi sands. In Rio a downpour to rival anything Manchester could muster greeted me, whilst Saudi and its swirling sands recieved me with open arms.

Whilst in Saudi I told to ask for SID, but to be careful as SID is dangerous and if handled wrong showed no remorse or sympathy, SID was, in the country were Vimto is king, a killer.

SID is an alcoholic beverage mainly brewed at home by the Lebonnese, and is illegal in Saudi as intelligence is in the George W Bush household, you know it's there, knocking about somewhere, but no-one admits to having any. Needless to say SID never appeared on my radar.

However, Vitamin WOW not only appeared, its highly polished size 10 Doc Martins left their imprint on my face. Vitamin WOW makes things happen, like Red Bull but instead of wings it has the thrust of a space shuttle.

In its basic form the molecular structure of Vitamin WOW consists of 3 parts.

The Need

The Facilitator

The Supply

Alone each does nothing, mixed together correctly happiness and joy abounds.

I have a Need, I Need a job. I have a friend, a Facilitator who knows someone who has a vaccancy a Supplier.

I can ask the Supplier out right for the job though this would be unsuccesful, as unsuccesful as Burnley in the Premiership.

Our mutual friend the Facilitator knows the Supplier has a penchant for gadgets. He thinks that an Ipod would significantly improve the suppliers workouts at the gym.

The Supplier couldn't possibly ask out right for such a thing. However, the vacancy does need filling and soon, and should an Ipod appear on his desk one morning it would be churlish to see it go to waste.

The Facilitator thinks The Need may require a lift to the electronic superstore in town as The Supplier has a vacancy that could be filled in the morning.

At lunch time the next day The Need is sat amongst his fellow workers in the canteen, The Supplier is pounding the tredmill and The Facilitator has now become The Need with an eye one rung further up the ladder, looking for the next hit of Vitamin WOW!!