My dream job: Blackboard Monitor or Commander of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch, or Duke of Ankh

So blackboard monitor. Who wears lilac on the 25th of May

I am attracted to a murderer and want to be a man who solves murders.
Damn.
But who wouldn't want to be a man who stops a drug trafficking ring when he is 52, and fought a serial killer to death in a cemetery when he was 46.
And how sexy do u have to be to convince ur husband to go against his own moral values cos u said so.
Very.
I rest my case.

Oh yeah and:
You'd like Freedom, Truth, and Justice, wouldn't you, Comrade Sergeant?' said Reg encouragingly.
'I'd like a hard-boiled egg,' said Vimes, shaking the match out.
There was some nervous laughter, but Reg looked offended.
'In the circumstances, Sergeant, I think we should set our sights a little higher--'
'Well, yes, we could,' said Vimes, coming down the steps. He glanced at the sheets of papers in front of Reg. The man cared. He really did. And he was serious. He really was. 'But...well, Reg, tomorrow the sun will come up again, and I'm pretty sure that whatever happens we won't have found Freedom, and there won't be a whole lot of Justice, and I'm damn sure we won't have found Truth. But it's just possible that I might get a hard-boiled egg.

Oh and

C arcer'll bloody swing for this.

All the little angels rise up, rise up.
All the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up?
How do they rise up, rise up high?
They rise heads up, heads up, heads up, they rise heads up, heads up high!



All the little angels rise up, rise up.
All the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up?
How do they rise up, rise up high?
They rise arse up, arse up, arse up, they rise arse up, arse up high!