Christ, the first day back at work after two weeks of laziness leaves you tired. It doesn't help when a fucking police helicopter hovers directly over your flat for like half an hour at 2.30 in the morning.
I'm starting to think that people in my office are too nice. I mean, it's good that they're friendly and all but I have a particularly vindictive and bitter sense of humour and everyone there is very careful to be....inoffensive. I've been there for six months now and there are really only two people who aren't walking on eggshells when talking to me in a non-work related context. I did meet someone who seems cool today though. She's from Bombay, met and married a Brit at a rave in Goa and moved here for the hell of it. She thought it was cool that the first album I bought was GnR (it was an icebreaker at a training course) and that I saw Pearl Jam live in the mid 90s. Maybe I'll put some absynthe in the punch at the Christmas party, try to loosen people up a bit.
Apparently my mum bought me a 150 top at Hilfiger for Christmas...man was that money well torn into little strips, set on fire, jumped up and down on and then flushed. Before I moved here whenever she went to London on shopping trips she'd always get me a Che Guevarra t-shirt. I have four of them in two different colours. I think she thought that because I was young and political I must be a communist. It was cute though and I appreciated the sentiment. I wore them mostly so people would come up to me and say something like "yeah, Che man, viva la revolucion" and I'd say "actually my mummy bought it for me". Maybe now that I live here I'll get her one for Christmas. Or make her a Charlie Haughey one in a similar style.
I've turned my lady into a geek - she just came home from work all happy about using inline frames for the first time.
I'm starting to think that people in my office are too nice. I mean, it's good that they're friendly and all but I have a particularly vindictive and bitter sense of humour and everyone there is very careful to be....inoffensive. I've been there for six months now and there are really only two people who aren't walking on eggshells when talking to me in a non-work related context. I did meet someone who seems cool today though. She's from Bombay, met and married a Brit at a rave in Goa and moved here for the hell of it. She thought it was cool that the first album I bought was GnR (it was an icebreaker at a training course) and that I saw Pearl Jam live in the mid 90s. Maybe I'll put some absynthe in the punch at the Christmas party, try to loosen people up a bit.
Apparently my mum bought me a 150 top at Hilfiger for Christmas...man was that money well torn into little strips, set on fire, jumped up and down on and then flushed. Before I moved here whenever she went to London on shopping trips she'd always get me a Che Guevarra t-shirt. I have four of them in two different colours. I think she thought that because I was young and political I must be a communist. It was cute though and I appreciated the sentiment. I wore them mostly so people would come up to me and say something like "yeah, Che man, viva la revolucion" and I'd say "actually my mummy bought it for me". Maybe now that I live here I'll get her one for Christmas. Or make her a Charlie Haughey one in a similar style.
I've turned my lady into a geek - she just came home from work all happy about using inline frames for the first time.
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Although working in a pub we did get to over-use such gems as 'cash back' ... there is a funny story that I can't remember at the moment. I shall no doubt regale you with it later.
You went round Highbury? How was it?