A reluctant bog….blg….blo….blog

After being prodded copiously (ahem ahem) by Loki, I’ve been motivated enough to write again. It’s been a while, and lots of things have happened since the last post. I hardly seem to have time do much these days. Strange because, I don’t seem to be doing much. R & J is taking up a lot of my time, hardly get to meet Spike and Co. and mess about. But this week has been less hectic. Lazing about in office. Soon to be ex-office. Moving out to YES feels good, although travelling there does seem daunting. Must see what I can do about that.
Spike, Hitman, Twiggy and I have started what will hopefully be the next greatest band. Yes, I do realise that everyone starts in the same fashion but then, with egos as big as ours something spectacular is bound to happen one way or another! In case you’re wondering about the name of the band, we’re considering calling ourselves Camel Ate My Condom. You know it can only get worse so don’t complain about the name just yet.
These days office is like a soap opera, only without the sex, or at least not physically – there is an amount of metaphorical sex going on. Alliances have changed. Old enemies (secretly) are now best of buddies, one kissing butt to the other copiously (hence the metaphorical sex bit). And old old friends lose their friendship. Obviously this is the butt kisser who has changed alliances. He is ratting and lying heavily to save his skin. Although he is not in too much trouble. I guess he’s getting himself some brownie points. A bit sad, but a great shining example of what money can do. I’d love to leave a hidden camera behind when I leave and watch all the comings and goings. Honestly this has provided me with a lot of entertainment while working here. Also I want to see how they do without me. No, not that I am an invaluable asset to anyone’s organisation (although I am – oooh ego), just to see how this place with 6 Directors and 1 employee works when that 1 employee leaves. That’s so bitchy I can feel the oestrogen flowing in my veins…………..ah porn to the rescue……ah…..testosterone flowing again! Much better.
Bryan Adams…..hmmm. Let me sum it up, Bryan Adams < My car stereo. My car stereo rocks. Sadly, for a rock (yeah yeah it is a kind of rock) concert the volume was wayyyyyyy down. Sad. But it was good to see the man on stage singing live. That’s about it, and 4 hours of standing which left all of us aching for a few days.
Had a massive burn in Malfurion-Biscuit-Jumper-Buku-Pedro De La Rosa’s car yesterday. Took it to 130. Ok, that’s not much. But in a Nissan March, anything above 60 is rather scary. Even Khal was a bit worried, and that’s saying something.
Anyways, now I am getting tired of this so….whoosh…….