The promised marketing page is now online. I’ll be adding to it over the next few days.
Forthcoming event: Michelle’s last night behind the bar in W2 on Friday. Regulars be warned!
I have suffered the Blue Screen of Death six times in the last 48 hours on my work PC, which I find more than a little unsettling. (cue: lots of remarks in the comments about how, if I had Linux, none of this would happen. smartarses.)
It may be wet outside. It may be grey. It may be windy and thoroughly unpleasant.
But in this office, it is a warm summer evening, sitting in a smart bar in some classy Mediterranean city, looking out over the harbour and people watching, courtesy of Monkey Radio who are playing some very cool tunes this morning.
It’s chucking it down. A very wet pile of fur that used to be the cat has just walked into the office, leaving a trail of wet muddy footprints across the floor.
AFF – I almost feel I can talk about this again, having scored an almost respectable 12 points in week 6 to take my score to 22, lifting me, Southampton style, from last place to very-nearly-last place in the league. Still need to do some transfers though.
UPDATE: So, imagine yourself as a cold wet cat. You need to get warm and dry. Where do you go? Ah yes – you go and sit on the lap of that nice warm person working at his desk. It doesn’t matter that, by doing so, you will make said warm dry person damp and wet. Oh no. grrr.
college tonight followed by beer with Paul F, discussing ideas. Dave, Teresa, Phil and Tim all sighted – which is unsurprising.
I like nothing more than making people happy. And never more so than when the person concerned is particularly lovely.
There is a competition on this page. It’s not hard to find, though it isn’t obvious (mainly because I can’t afford to give out too many prizes!). And it isn’t easy either. ‘Ave a go, if ya fink yur ‘ard enuff.
Mood enhanced this morning by a chirpy email from someone I’ve not heard from in a while (hello Liv!), something that swiftly dispensed with the merlot-induced fuzziness that I was suffering.
Gah! It’s October already!