Month: June 2003

It took the whole of the day yesterday to construct the shelf unit and desk for my office. All I have left now is a four-drawer pedestal unit, and I get the feeling that it could take another whole day to do.

Gah! I could play this all night, and I haven’t finished tidying yet!

Charlie and Peeeeet are coming over for dinner tomorrow evening. So I’ve made sure the flat is ready for them – a fresh crate of beer and two bottles of wine in the fridge. Oh, and I have bought the food too. I’ve also packed a whole load of stuff into the car to take over the office – it’ll be good to finally have PFE all in one place.

I’ve just taken delivery of the new Ulrich Schnauss album, A Strangely Isolated Place (on City Centre Offices records). I think it’s brilliant. Pitchfork review here.

Today’s main task: assembly of flat-packed office furniture. So far, I’ve done the shelf unit, which took ages. It has so many nuts and bolts and screws, I can’t imagine it will ever fall apart. Looks good though, so well pleased.
Next: the desk.

There is a big fire burning on one of the industrial estates on the old Ford Airfield. That’s about three miles or so from here, yet you can clearly see a broad plume of smoke billowing into the sky. A paramedic car has whizzed passed, shortly followed by a fire engine from Chichester, and I could hear sirens from the Bognor fire crews going along the A259 in the distance. I’m sure it’ll be on the news later.

I love spam. Not. But it does amuse me sometimes. So far this evening I’ve been able to pay off my mortgage several times over, get enormously wealthy without so much as lifting a finger, have much bigger breasts and a penis the size of Cleopatra’s Needle. Nothing unusual there, but to have that all followed by an offer of a cheap 0898 telephone number is just a wee bit serendipitious. All I need now is the phone number for a journalist at the Daily Sport, and I’m sorted.

I really must update my list of personal sites in the sidebar there. Several of them have closed down now, including, sadly, this latest casualty.
Some of us are made of sterner stuff. Or have textual diarrhoea.

There is currently a British based blog that is being heavily promoted by its author. I don’t have too much of a problem with that, except that this rather foolish and short-sighted person is promoting it by spamming the UKBloggers mailing lists and the comments areas of various UKBloggers. He’s recently left a comment over at notsosoft, which I expect Meg will have deleted by the time you get there (it’s in the Haywards Heath post).
This person (who I will neither name nor link to) has not yet learnt that if you want to get linky luurve from other bloggers, you need to earn it by writing well and possibly offering a few choice links yourself. And not just links to any old soul, but links to good sites that you actually like reading. If you insist on spamming, all you will do is get people’s backs up.
And if this person shows his face here, I’ll simply delete the comment and block the IP.
Oh, and incidentally, the site itself is crap in my opinion. To consider Death Row to be "funny" is just plain odd.

I’ve just spent an hour correcting a fundamental mistake at work, and then realising that I hadn’t made a mistake at all, and therefore correcting the correction. I’ve come out of it mildly frazzled, having used my stocks of spare Inland Revenue stationery and owing an employee a bun. Guh.
Time to go home, I think.