Started, and finished, my Christmas shopping today. Apart from my mum's present, which was delivered a few days ago, and for once is not perfume. It was nice of her to drop a few subtle hints about DAB radios. Subtle as a sledgehammer.
Anyways, I'm off work until January 11th. Did I mention that? January 11th. The 11th of January. That's three weeks.
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I’ve downloaded my copy* of the Rage Against The Machine single, on the grounds that 29p is a very, very small price to pay in order to annoy Simon Cowell.
If the plan works, that is….
* 2 copies, actually.
To God, or whoever is in charge these days.
I think two funerals within six weeks is more than enough, particularly when both are for members of the same family. Any chance we could rein it in a little?
Aw, it’s not funny. The poor guy.
The poor, poor, smelly, smelly guy.
Seriously though, there’s no excuse for poor personal hygiene. Personally, I take a shower once a fortnight*, whether I need it or not.
*OK, month. Same difference.
So, uh, I took Professor Winston’s Big Personality Test today, for fun and kicks.
This probably isn’t good…
Then again, I’m not sure how far I’m willing to trust the judgment of some bloke who goes around looking like Groucho Marx*.
*Unless, of course, he actually is Groucho Marx.
As much as I think that Sting is – by and large – a bit of a twat, I’m finding it hard to disagree with anything he says here.
I think this is the fanciest hotel I have ever stayed in. Guess which part of the hotel I am in now? That's right - the bar.
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Off to Dublin tomorrow, which somewhat unfortunately means getting out of bed at, gulp, 4:45am. In the morning. Or more technically, the middle of the night.
Despite that, and the inevitable airport malarkey, I’m looking forward to it. It’ll be nice to get out of the office for a day and a bit, if nothing else.
Come to think of it, this’ll be the first time I’ve flown anywhere since just before the car accident. Coincidentally, that was another trip to Dublin.
So, uh, what do we think of the new Doctor Who logo? Not too sure myself. I can’t decide whether the Tardis-shaped DW is clever, or just crap.
There's nothing like a good healthy lunch. And that *was* nothing like a good healthy lunch. Pie, chips and beans. And possibly beer.
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Yes, I know I’ve already posted part of this, but dammit, it’s worth another spin. Someday Duke Special will be as famous as he should be. Even if I have to scream his name into everyone’s face. And don’t think I wouldn’t.
After months of planning (apparently), we finally move offices tomorrow. We’re not moving far – only two blocks along and one block up from the current office (or bottom right to top left on the map). It’s far enough that I’m going to have start getting an earlier train in the morning, which is mildly annoying.
Still though, it’s a nice shiny new (or newly refurbished) office and probably better in every way the current place. Every way apart from location, of course.
On the plus side, we get a half-day tomorrow while our stuff gets moved.
On the minus side, the stalkers now know where to find me. Oops.
Ooh, almost forgot. We got our access passes for the new building today. They don’t have our photos on yet, so that’s something to look forward to. I do so enjoy being photographed. I am also looking forward to wandering about with a pass attached to a lanyard* hanging round my neck, and not looking in any way like a complete tool.
* Don’t you think lanyard is a rather grand-sounding word for what is basically a bit of string round your neck?
