Firstly, you have no idea how long I’ve been trying to decide whether or not to put an apostrophe in Watsons, in the end I decided I worry far too much about this kind of thing and to just forget about it, I’m sure the Oxford dictionary will follow suit eventually.

Secondly, I saw a ladies bum!!!! yesterday, at Watsons Bay!

We went there to take a look around instead of the blue mountains, the weather forecast had been pretty bad and we figured there were other things to do if we stayed close to the city. Sure enough we’d not even arrived at Watsons Bay before it started spitting. Anyway, we soldiered on and took a look at the suicide cliffs at The Gap then wondered down into the harbour for a fish and chip lunch (the ozzies do a pretty reasonable fish and chips and I’m getting in as many portions as possible before coming back to Shanghai).

While we were eating lunch we were treated to a splendid display of buttock as a young lady bent down and revealed so much arse that you could virtually see her breakfast. Of course, being a blogger, I did the decent thing and snapped a photo for posterity!

There’s not a lot more I can say about this, well nothing that Sir Mixalot hasn’t said already:

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin’ workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain’t got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don’t want none
Unless you’ve got buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don’t lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that “hard” role
And tell you that the butt ain’t gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you’re fat
Well I ain’t down with that!
‘Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin’
And I’m thinkin’ bout stickin’
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain’t it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sister, I can’t resist her
Red beans and rice didn’t miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
‘Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit ‘em
And I pull up quick to get wit ‘em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!